Spring is for Weaklings

No Spring this year, but I don’t even care because there are usually too many weeks (wasted) between moving cars so the snowplow can plow

and installing air conditioners in bedroom windows.

PLUS, I hate when the blossoming trees smell like Jolly Ranchers and I have to watch the urban wildlife go forth and multiply. Yuck.

SPEAKING OF FATHER’S DAY! Here’s a card I wrote: