So, there's this four year old girl I work with at Peace Lutheran who has the flyest pair of Nikes I've seen in a long time. I decided to tell her.

Me: McKenna, I love your shoes.
McKenna: Thanks. They're called Nikes!

After reading nearly all of In Style magazine's April "Color Issue" while waiting to be seen at the CVS minute clinic for two hours yesterday morning, I'm about 100% sure that I need an entirely new, colorful and bright spring wardrobe. Donations are being accepted. Cash or check. Your check had better not bounce. Also, the two hour wait and somewhat steep price tag was worth it-- I'm all better! Take that, strep throat.