F you, February.

I'm done with winter. Done. Finito. Bye bye la. Ciao, biznachio.

All this vitriol and I even had a week in the sun. I honestly can't imagine how those of you who haven't had that much needed break have survived. It's enough to make me go all postal or strap on an AK47 and climb up all those stairs to the top of a bell tower.

And you KNOW I don't like climbing stairs.

Sigh...alas, there are but three days remaining in this horrid month (February is the only month of the year that has both the letters F and U in it...coincidence? I think not) and then March, that wildly unpredictable 31 days, greets us with open arms. March is kinda like the cousin you like to party with once in a while...you look forward to their arrival, but once you've spent some time with them, you remember why you don't do it more often and can't wait until they leave.

March has such promise...because it's not February. It's the month that heralds in spring, even if it's more in theory than practice. But most importantly of all, March 1 is everyone's badge of honour, our reward for surviving the hell that is (and most certainly has been this year in particular) February.

I love spring. I know I've waxed poetic about this before, likely last year around this time, but there's just something entirely mood transforming about being able to wear a lighter jacket. Not coming home in complete darkness. The smell of the grass as it struggles to revive itself. I even embrace the ugly hard chunks that remain as the snowbanks gradually melt away, and the salt and sand that's left behind. I'll happily go outside and sweep any excess away to bring my home back to its fairweather glory.

Man. Is it March yet?

Okay, all this endless winter chat is depressing me, and hearing the gale force wind outside doesn't help much. But hey, only three more days to go, right? Danged leap year, prolonging the agony.

Hope the rest of your FU month flies by! And bundle up - it's supposed to be stupid cold again tomorrow. Argh.

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?