Spring is Here
Easter came and went and I found myself wondering when spring would finally start.
“Isn’t Easter supposed to mark the beginning of spring?” I asked my husband as I looked out the window at the dreary day.
Spring may have been a little late to the party this year, but she’s finally arrived in the fanciest party dress she could friend. Finally, I can see blue skies and sunshine. It’s such a relief. I don’t feel like drowning myself in the bathtub any more. Okay, I’m being a bit melodramatic. I was never going to drown myself in the bathtub. Maybe I would just put my face under the water for a few seconds which is technically not drowning.
