Tuesday, April 3, 2012
April is a Douche. Who's With Me?
This morning I could find no other thought than if the snow killed the pink trees, it would break my open and tired heart.
Spring in Colorado is like loving a cruel and beautiful man. He gives you flowers and then destroys them because you loved the flowers more than you love him.
Luckily it seems the snow has passed.
I am at momology today talking about how much I hate infants.
I am talking about how all of this mess is precious, not just the new baby times.
(Seriously though, man. Infants.)