Dear Mother Nature,
Call me crazy, but when I was growing up we had this season called "Spring".
It wasn't too cold, it wasn't too hot. It was lovely.
What have you done with spring?
A couple of days ago I was wearing a scarf and my winter coat. Today it is 80 degrees and tomorrow it's going to be 85 degrees.
Where is the happy medium? 70's during the day, 50's at night?
Are we being punished because George Bush is president?
oh, and another thing....
This whole "biological clock" thing is not funny.
It's like I'm an addict and my drug of choice is babies.
The other night I brought some banana bread to the woman down the hall who just had a baby. The baby was in his bassinet all cute and bundled up. It actually hurt
to look at him.
When I got back to the apartment I was literally twitching. My husband was like "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Listen Mother Nature, we can't afford to have a baby right now. So, stop kicking me in the ovaries, will ya?
P.S. Thanks for making the trees and flowers bloom. I really appreciate it.
Seriously, leave me a message! .