I’ve Got Sunshine: Blues, Beware!

Talk about a 180!

Yesterday, the state of North Carolina was sealed in a gray plastic bag like the ones you get at WalMart (too many floating around after Black Friday, perhaps?). Today, the sun is out, the birds are singing, the sky is blue, and I am thrilled to be awake.

It’s pretty great.

Discussing the dirty tactics of winter with a friend yesterday, I came to an important realization. Every good website needs a superhero, no? Well, I have just discovered mine. With no further ado, allow me to introduce you to:

Captain Sunshine and his trusty sidekick The Snark Monster!

So…Google tells me that Captain Sunshine is already a thing. Hmmm…

Admiral Sunshine and—

Really? That’s a thing, too? Come on, guys. Work with me.

Sunshine Man and—

You’ve got to be kidding! I give up. I guess I won’t be applying for trademark or making millions on the first children’s book. Sigh.

But wait…I’ve got it!

Commander Sunshine (no trademark infringement intended. Any resemblance to cartoon characters living or dead is strictly unintentional and should not be taken to indicate cross-referencing or attempted libel) and the Snark Monster.

That’s going to be tough to fit on the costumes, but it allows me to hang on to the theme song: “I’ve got Sunshine on a cloudy day…When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the Snark of May…

I admit, it still needs some work.

But the big news, what I wanted to tell you paragraphs ago before Google got all snarky in my face, is that Commander Sunshine has declared today Vitamin D-Day! Huzzah! Yeah, feels kind of anticlimactic now. I get it. Go enjoy the sunshine, already.


Published by Jen

The author of Snark on the Side is not your average run-of-the-millennial generation. Jen is a contradiction in terms: a graceful klutz, a smart blond, a math-savvy English degree-holder, a southern liberal, and an adult amateur equestrian who doesn’t match her saddle pads. Snark on the Side is a work in progress, born out of years of rambling email newsletters and anthropomorphized Christmas letters, small town observations, and the ever-present irony of pursuing a career with a degree in English literature. Thanks for visiting!

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