It’s that time of year.  The days are getting longer (and less depressing).  The temperatures are creeping up.  There are bugs.  Everywhere.  Especially caterpillars.  Green ones and whites ones and ones that like to dangle discretely from low lying tree branches causing you to bust out a Michael Jackson sidestep during your walk to work.  Granted, those people walking toward you have no idea that move you just finangled saved your face from creepy crawly impact.  Just smile and nod.  Or pretend you just received an important phone call.  Can you hear me now?  … How about now?  Smile… Nod.

Besides the bugs, the gym is also crowded with people frantically getting ready for you-know-what season.  Ok, fine.  I’ll say it.  The dreaded swimsuit season.

*cringe*

This time of year, swimsuits are in the back of my mind (in that deep dark spot where I keep all my greatest horrors hidden).  Instead, I’m primed for a different sort of season:  Sandwich Season.