No one can convince me otherwise:

D.C. in Springtime … Well, it just simply IS the most beautiful time of the year here.

It’s magic. With the cherry blossoms and all other blooms … It really will knock your socks off, People.

We might not have made it to church {again, but who’s counting?} nor an Egg Hunt {hey, there’s only so long I can get away with that and I fully plan to take advantage!}, but we did sleep in till after 8 — which I deemed as a definite Holy Sunday Deed and  we did see The Cherry Blossoms and make it to Whole Foods {Clarendon, represent, yo} where I discovered a truly incredible thing:

Kombucha. On Tap.

No words to tell you just how hipster I was feeling.

An imminent return is a given — in the morning. With Tyson’s to follow post nap.

Checking out the new SilverLine Métro Extension. Dinner at Nordstrom Café … Some things … They’ll never change.

And for that consistency, I am grateful.