Loose Laces

The blues are out to get me, thats the way it seems...

Today begins the march toward springtime. I dislike to wish my life away, but I do hope how soon this Christmas crap is over with. I look forward to warm spring breezes, fields of bright buttercups, the pastels of new leaves growing from the trees, and evenings on the porch entertaining mosquitoes.

I hope in these last few weeks I've made everyone feel bad about Christmas; after all, I am the Grinch. Even better, I'm grouchier than the Grinch. "On Max, to Whoville! I must win Martha May Who's heart!"