Here Comes Spring!

I know the whole "Spring Awakening" thing is a bit of a cliche, but by golly, this time of year really does rouse me. (What a great word, rouse!)
Sometimes however, one does not wake dressed in a diaphanous white gown running through a meadow, chasing butterflies and kissing daffodils.
Sometimes you open you eyes to find that while you were hibernating, person or persons unknown threw a giant college-style party in your house. Everywhere you look there are red plastic keg cups and bottles with cigarette butts in 'em and empty bags of Doritos and stains and the smell of bong water. (Hmm, everywhere you look there is the smell of bong water? Iffy) That "extra hour of daylight" does nothing but illuminate the mess. And you know that before you can frolic in a meadow, you have to --
PULLO: Excuse me.
ME: Pullo, I'm right in middle of a metaphor here.
PULLO: Oh.
ME: What did you mean, saying "Oh" like that?
PULLO: Like what?
ME: That was an eye rolling "oh" if I ever heard one.
PULLO: *sigh* OK.Sometimes, your metaphors are a little...
ME: A little what?
PULLO: Well, kind of Life-Coachy, Lady of the canyonish, Watered down spiritual, Dr. Philly, Artist's Way-esque, Chicken Soup, Footprints in the Sandy...I don't know, hard to put my paw on.
ME: Fine, I'll just --
PULLO: Dial it back?
ME: Yes.
PULLO: Put away the dream catcher?
ME: Yes.
PULLO: Write more about talking animals?
ME: Well, there's no shutting you up, is there?
PULLO: Nope.
ME: Where was I?
PULLO: Something about Spring?
ME: Spring, Right. Happy Equinox everyone.