Spring Fever
When it hits you, it hits you, whether you like it or not. I like to call it Spring Fever, but you can call it whatever you want.

I don’t know if it was because it was the last few days of my oh-too-quick spring break, or if it was just because the sun had finally come out after too many drab and dreary days, but I got the fever… bad. It was as if walking outside, catching a whiff of fresh air and seeing the sun, made me become a different person. And I got that feeling of needing to do something, even though I wasn’t really sure what you should do. I just knew that whatever I did, it needed to be something big! Suddenly, I had the craving to drive. No time, no place to go but Kroger, but I was ready… ready to drive.
I hopped in my white SUV, popped on my magnetic sunglasses, rolled down my window, turned up the tunes, and drove like there was no tomorrow. OK, so it was less than 5 miles, but I was driving!
All of a sudden, I became the blonde chick in the yellow car in American Graffiti.
I am sure, to a passerby, I looked just like some thirty-something soccer mom, but in my mind, I was back in my twenties… (maybe 25… old enough to drink, young enough to not creak when I get up from a chair) and driving a red, maybe yellow, convertible. I had long blond hair that would flow in the wind and I was cool. So cool. Pat Green and I were jamming as I drove, in my imagination, through the hill country, through the bluebonnets, over the back roads, into spring.
“Seems like you need a little hill country, a little back roads driving, a little bit of that old top down.”
I was singing like an American Idol contestant… well at least one from the top 5.
It was grand. And then I pulled into the Kroger parking lot. And for a second, I faced reality and the dream had faded slightly. I was back to being a suburbanite in my SUV with music too loud, and people staring at me like I was crazy. But in my mind, it was still Spring and I was still fabulous, maybe just a little less now that I know people were watching me. I practically skipped into the grocery store, gave money to a man in uniform, (ok, so he was just a boy scout selling candy bars but work with me here… I am dreaming) and smiled down every row, thinking about what was awaiting me when I finished my chores. Another ride down the hilly countryside… Just me, my long flowing, curly hair, and spring, driving, smiling, and looking fabulous!