Dear May,
I really love it when you come, but now it's time for you to go.
All your groceries, and cakes, amazon orders, parties, company, cakes, special shopping trips, cookies, mounds of ice cream with toppings, trips to restaurants, and general merriment are really neat and fancy in the beginning of the month. But now? Well, let's just say, you've overstayed your welcome. Just like this mostly cool weather you keep shoving our way...move it along.
I'll be excited when you come around next year, but for now...don't let the door hit ya.
Love,
Mom
1 comment:
Why or why is my dear niece not writing a book with all of her candor and words of wisdom? You have a wonderful book in you and others would love your words.
Janenne
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