I'm not sure what to say. We've always had a rocky relationship, haven't we?
I mean, the good times? They were so good. The sun ever so slightly burning my nose.
That one time I wore flip flops. All the walks we've taken together. But, I'm always
on edge around you. You're so unpredictable. Like today - a high of 32? Are you kidding me?
That's not even a little bit funny. It hurts, it really does, and I'm not going
to try to tell you differently. That's the kind of behavior I expect from
your friends, February and March, but not you, April. Not you.
I know you're a passionate month, April. I get it.
But, one of these days you're going to have to rethink this whole lion/lamb thing
and just decide to settle down.
And when you do, April? Give me a call.
Dear sweet hennie-pies,
I do so love your healthy eggs that you generously share with me,
and I rather adore watching every child that comes to our house
chase after you, but I thought you should know,
and not to be rude or anything, but I don't really care how cold
it is, or how snowy the ground is, you will never be welcome to leave
little gifts for me on my doorstep. We just don't have that kind
of relationship. 'Kay? 'Kay.
Glad we had this little talk.