Is there such a thing as too much butter?

Last night, I added too much butter to my noodles.

Then I realized, there’s no such thing as too much butter.

And then I realized, I’m suffering from The Mid-March Blues.

I’m surrounded by a salty sea of sand and gravel.

The residue of winter. Blech.

I’m under deadline, so I’m writing like mad.

When I do go outside, my dog wants little to do with me.

I think she blames me for the salty sea of sand and gravel.

I stopped my Mid-March Blues by checking the photographs I took last year.

Last March, this is what my world looked like:

Oh, my. That’s a lot of snow.

Pull up a chair and let’s talk about how much we despise winter…

Now I don’t feel so badly about the salty sea of sand and gravel.

At least it’s not snow…but there is snow forecast for tomorrow night.

*sob*

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Please oh pluheeeeeeeze send me there, ASAP.

Love,

L. Kel.