It's the last day of February. Hallelujah the end of winter is in sight. Cue the sounds of the Beatles singing Here Comes the Sun, if you please. Now if all the stinking ice would go away. Preferrably the thin patch that I slipped on walking out the door today. It was very sneaky, hiding there on the second step of the stoop. (say that 5 times fast.)
I just wish it were spring already. I want to open my windows.
I just wish it were spring already. I want to open my windows.