Dear. . .

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Dear Winter,
Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out.  You totally sucked, and I’m a life long New Englander who doesn’t believe in complaining about the weather.

Dear Spring,
Oh hi, so nice of you to show up, what with all the taking your time, and never being early anymore. Well now that you’re here, can we get to the new growth and the warmth and the green already?

Dear Bracket,
Sorry, you’re just done.  Thought maybe Morehead State was a fluke (heh heh more head) – but with more Cinderellas at the ball than even Prince Charming can handle – there is just no way out.

Dear Trump,
Really? Your ego is so big you think you can run for President?  Isn’t that kind of like the Sitch doing comedy at your Roast?   Let’s hope your  run bombs just as bad.

Dear ICU,
no offense, but, I’m ready to see other units.

Dear late night Tara,
oh hey, nice to see you again, thought you were totally abandoning me for eight o’clock bedtime Tara. Well, while you’re here, want to pay some bills?

Dear Seed Catalogs, gardening blogs, and the like,
Thank you for your color, and promise. For whatever reason after a long winter, the hope of what can be found in tiny little seeds is just what I need right now.

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