Yes, my lord

I'm beginning to think that Chicagoans are really just suffering from a very, very bad case of Stockholm Syndrome. Our winter (and in this case, spring too!) is so harsh that when our great captor finally graces us with fair weather, we are utterly delirious with delight and devotion. Were the last few days as heavenly as I imagined it or is it merely the delusions of broken spirit? You tell me:

At my office:






At the lake:






At Rib Fest 2011: (That dark mass protruding from her dress is, yes, a dog.)





At my family reunion: