Let's Play...You Know It's Spring When....

For us, spring arrives each year on a date we select. This year it came on January 25. The definitive sensory event is the taste of fresh squeezed OJ.

If anyone were to do so, DonDiego would take it as an insult to his beloved wife and helpmate teechur. So DonDiego humbly requests no discussion of wieners and teechur. And this would include no reference to, f'rinstance, a "foot-long" or a "wienerwurst".
Oh, . . . and by the way, . . . DonDiego requests no discussion of his own personal hygiene habits either:

When I finally had to turn the air conditioner on(yesterday) here in vegas..I think it was 78 in my house and I had to do it!

When its MARCH MADNESS!!!

When I can leave the house without a jacket.

When the first Harley of Spring rattles my kitchen window.

When the lawn care company I use calls wanting to know when they should start mowing my lawn.