There comes a day when I have to break up with winter.
It’s usually somewhere around the middle of February when the snow days have lost their luster and the gray skies don’t look like they are ever going to cheer up and all the leafless trees look like they are auditioning for a part in an Alfred Hitchcock film.
That’s when I tell winter he was a super cute date for the holidays and I really like mistletoe and carols and sleigh rides and he was totally hot when he showed up wearing all that white.
I’m over it.
There’s a new special someone in my life.
Ladies, meet my spring.Continue reading