There comes a time each winter when I've had enough. Which is saying a lot because a.) i like winter b.) snow and cold are kind of second nature to me and 3.) spring is probably my least favorite season. And, if you haven't already figured this out by my yearning for spring in my recent blog posts, I've hit my limit. I am sick of winter, sick of cold, sick of coats, sick of boots, sick of scarves, hats and gloves, sick of socks and sick of dry skin. I'm ready for it.
...and according to the date, although not the weather outside, spring is here. [rude, mother nature, rude]