Dear Spring, are you, or aren't you? Stop confusing me. Spring rain, I get it. Spring snow, maybe--as long as it melts quickly. But all day long snow storms? No. That is not the spring I know and love. Please get yourself together or we are through, and I will fill my daydreams with thoughts of my summer love.
Dear Children, I am sorry that sometimes when daddy is gone I don't feel like cooking.
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