Dear March,
Hello and welcome to 2010! We've all missed you so and we hope you will settle in quickly and comfortably. How's Spring? Did you remember to bring her with you? The robins have already arrived. Crocus buds, only by the strength of Atlas, have managed to poke through the icy scars of February. And me, dear March, I am dieing for some fresh air and a brisk walk. There are many new greenways I hope to explore and I would like to wear less than four layers of clothing (three if I'm indoors) sometime soon. While I must admit there is a certain amount of relief in the heat produced by one's thighs rubbing repeatedly, it does take a toll on the fabric. I have lost more than one pair of jeans to thigh-fire this winter. My pants, my patience and my budget have all worn dangerously thin. Please help as soon and as much as you can, March. I don't even mind so much that your arrival signals me another year older. I haven't looked forward to a birthday so much since 9 o'clock was "staying up late" and cake was a food group. I am on bended knee, O March! And for a woman of my age and BMI that's neither pleasant nor attractive. Now, help me up. And call April for back-up.
~N
