An Open Letter to February

Dear February,

I always tell people that you are my favorite month.  You see when you are married to a huge sports fan it has potential.   Football has ended, baseball has not started (although I have been informed that pitchers and catchers have reported), and March Madness is still around the corner.  ESPN watching at the Anything Pretty house does not have the same intensity that it does all the other months of the year.  Which I have to admit is really nice.  More time for HGTV watching.

And you are the month that contains Valentine’s Day.  A good holiday filled with love letters, flowers and candy.  Or at least it used to back in the dating days.  Now it is more like a nice dinner and getting a bed built. And buying yourself “day after valentine’s day sale” tulips for $5 at Wal-Mart.

But I have to admit that I am lying.  You are not my favorite.  Not even close.

Snow is no longer pretty or fun.  It is annoying.  Especially when it is not enough to get off of work but enough to make you shovel your driveway and dust off you car.  And make your dog look like this each time he comes in.

Yeah the snow sticks to him and at this point I just tell him to go defrost on the carpet instead of yanking at his fur to attempt to get a portion of it off.  I am a bad dog mom.

I miss my garden.  And spending time outside.  And driving to work when it is actually light outside.  And BBQs.  And riding my bike outside.  And cut flowers from the yard.  And sunshine.   Sigh. 

So February I am ready for you to be over and for spring to arrive.  Even if it brings more ESPN, brackets and fantasy drafts.   Hopefully this clears up any confusion.  Sorry I lied and hurt your feelings.  Okay maybe I am not if it brings Spring any faster.

Love,

Jenny