Everyone has a syrupy facebook friend: the one whose status updates constantly mention their significant other in a cheesy, overly-sentimental way,

Syrupie Smith: “Off to lunch with my amazing boyfriend!”

Syrupton Bergsteiner: “Going to see my beau! Love you babe! Xoxo!”

Syrupy ~LOLZ~ Adams: “So excited for tonight! I get to see my sweety! Tee hee hee!”

Etc.

These are also the people with the preggers pictures and baby-profiles, or the gay guys who upload dozens of nearly-identical shots of themselves posing with their not-so-cute boyfriends. Hay!

We all know these tacky people, and I am trying desperately not to become one. But it’s hard. The new relationship is more Beyonce than Sophie Ellis-Bextor.

We are as intense preteens and absolutely insufferable. We’ll blame it on spring, which came suddenly… these pictures were taken one week apart:


My Miami people will insist this is splitting hairs, but note the thaw! The grass is visible for the first time in months and some of it is already turning green.

Today the temperature was well into the 50′s and everyone was waltzed around without coats, and most of us had shorts on.

I only took Harley on today’s long walk because Gertrude’s outfit was too ridiculous:

But it was either that or letting her walk around with open wounds. That mess cost me $509. She will make a fierce handbag.

I had time for the multiple dog walks because I left work early.

My coworkers and I are probably going to start boycotting most of the food options at work. Amber got food poisoning from a cafeteria salmonella salad, and I became deathly ill after eating a pack of sugar-free gummi bears from the company store.

Although to be fair, the gummi bears did have a warning:

The jelly beans are even worse. The jelly bean package recommends that new eaters only eat “8 or less” beans lest they get explosive diarrhea.

I, of course, ate an entire pack of the jelly beans AND the gummi bears. And yes, the warnings are there for a reason. My goodness.

This coming week is Spring Break for my school. I will work a lot, but I have grand fitness plans. We’ll see if I can force myself into a Jillian Michaels workout routine, or if I will have Har Mar’s curves for another season.