Dear Spring...

How are you? I am fine.

Actually, scratch that. I'm not fine at all. I miss you. One day it was winter and now it's summer. What is up? Seriously, what the FREAKING HELL is up with 93 degree weather in April? You, Spring, are my favorite season, but you're quickly losing ground to fall.

Please come back, Spring. All will be forgiven.

I think I'm SAD...

You know, like Seasonal Affective Disorder or whatever the heck it's called. Last week it was so nice here and I felt the fog start to lift. This week it's back to freaking frigid cold (okay, probably not as cold as some places - seriously how do people stand to live north of, say, Pennsylvania?). And I'm back to feeling like a slug with a migraine. My head's in a fog, I eat everything in sight, especially if it has Dove anywhere on it, I don't want to work out. I just want to crawl back into bed. Ugh.

Hurry Spring.