I am happy that February has come to an end. I know it's suppose to be the shortest month, but in Minnesota, at least, it seems like the longest. Because it's usually cold and snowy - big surprise. But, more than anything, February is usually when I come to my breaking point. I'm tired of scraping and brushing my car. The layers of scarves, sweaters, and long johns are getting old.
So I'm happy that march is here and hopefully, old man winter will be here no more. Maybe.
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