Spring is the New Black

I love spring! It's great! There are blossoms! Blossoms I tell you! I love blossoms. Blossoms are the new black! Sorry. But really, spring is so good. And I love Vancouver Island. It's a love fest in my brain. I'm like a crazed hippie, running around loving everything. I love Victoria. And I love my iPod. It's pink. I love pink. Yes, I said it. I love pink. See. Crazed. I may have to get up tomorrow and promptly hug a tree. Or maybe I'll just think about it as I walk past a tree while listening to my fabulous pink iPod through my ridiculously over-sized headphones. That's more my style. I'm only crazed on the inside. On the outside I still look like someone who kicks puppies. No worries. Speaking of puppies, I love my puppy. She's so cute. She's not the new black but she's close. And what is it about spring that makes me want to drive? Am I insane? Insane-er? It's sunshiney and lovely and today I went for many walks without a jacket (okay, so I still had my scarf and walked with my arms wrapped around myself shivering delicately like the delicate flower that I am but whatever, there was no jacket) and smelled the fresh air and basked (if you can truly consider tilting your face upward whilst partaking of a brisk walk a basking) in the sun and thought to myself, "self, this is such a perfect day. The only thing that could possibly improve this day would be a good long drive." Or possibly sex. But that's not looking likely so a drive it is! Forget chocolate as a sexual substitute. I'm all over the driving. Driving is the new chocolate. Is this wrong? Am I the only one who craves the feeling of tires on the highway, the sun shining above you, the ocean sparkling beside you (because all the best driving is done near the ocean) a good cd on the stereo, the gear shifter in your hand (I was going to stay stick shift but that just seemed dirty and that's so not my point!)? Today was the perfect driving to Tofino day. I so love a good road trip.