Give Me Spring, Or Give Me An Umbrella Drink

The sun is shining, both babes are napping, and I have Mexicano music blaring as loudly as I dare with said babes napping. Somebody pass me an umbrella drink. Never mind that the temperature is barely into the 40's. That's a virtual heatwave with what we've been experiencing. Give me spring or, or, or just give me six more stinkin' weeks of this frigid gloom.
I'm a sunshine baby and always have been. I just don't do well this time of year. Now that we are finally settled into a place with a yard I'm ready to explore every square inch of it. I'm just itching to get my hands into some composted/mulched/potting soil/good ol' dirt and get my garden started.
With every hour of sunshine that I can steal I'm one step closer to digging out my summer apparel, what I can still fit into. Last summer's collection was all maternity, as you may well remember. And I'm five to seven pounds away from pre-pregnancy weight and the clothing that went along with that. I suppose while I continue waiting on the weather and my body to both cooperate I could find other means of entertaining myself. Say, where is that umbrella drink?