Although I’m generally pleasant in the early morning hours, the vast majority of my neuronal synapses are largely in hibernation until the first bolus of caffeine resuscitates me. And as I groggily started to regain consciousness this morning, I realized today was the “Spring Forward” half of the diabolical entity we call Daylight Savings Time.

However, my despair quickly melted when I remembered that today was going to be almost 70 degrees… which means SHORTS WEATHER! I derive an inordinate amount of pleasure from liberating my legs from the practical prison-wear of winter, so I jauntily marched downstairs in my shorts.

Rarely, if ever, is my daughter speechless, but when she saw me, she stared with an expression somewhere between astonishment and amusement before laughing uproariously.

“I thought your legs would look muscly like your arms!” she giggled. And then she rolled up her pant leg and REALLY brought down the hammer. “They’re like the same size as mine!”

Despite possessing empathy for chickens everywhere, I promise, I’m NOT that bro who skips leg day…there are far too many functional and metabolic consequences for neglecting your largest muscle groups. It’s just not in the cards for me to ever become Quadzilla no matter what I do.

But anyway, regardless of whether you have tree trunks or matchsticks below the waist, I hope you all got outside and enjoyed this exquisitely beautiful day