OK, so maybe spring isn’t all bad. I looked out my kitchen window, and I saw that the squirrel who used to hang out there, that I named Foamy, has returned.
Finally something to smile about. I love squirrels, because they always remind me of Grandpa.
I hate April. April, historically speaking, pretty much blows. And then there’s that whole spring thing.
The only season I hate worse than spring is winter. I hate being cold, but what’s going on with my eyes and nose right now is almost as bad. Everything is either running, itching or crusted over right now, and I don’t think I can take much more of this.
I know everyone loves spring. The sun has come out. The flowers are blooming. Baby animals abound. I know. I hear you on the April showers and May flowers. Seriously, though, enough with the bloody flowers.
I realize that I am a total freak. I’ve said this every year, I’m saying it now, and I’ll probably say it again next year – I can’t wait for summer so everything can just go ahead and die, and I can breath again.
Not to mention that whole not cold thing.