Is it just me or has April been one giant unmet expectation? Cold, no holidays, big tax bill due, cold and windy, Obama looking like he needs a smoke, starter stopped, Goldsmith on sabbatical, really cold.
He looks like what I imagine bliss feels like. Or the chick holding the camera appeared receptive. Either way, I'm happy he's found an endorphine source. May we all be so lucky. Especially this year when there are TWENTY NINE days in February.