Dear February and March,

I loathe you. You are the worst two months of the year. Nothing exciting ever happens in February—who actually looks forward to Valentine’s Day, even if you do have a significant other? And does anyone ever really think to him or herself, “Oooh! Leap year is this year! The only thing I’ve ever liked about you, March, is St. Patrick’s Day (heart!), and the downhill slope to longer days and a warmer spring.

Usually by the time the two of you come around, I’m so sick of the Seattle grey that I’m ready to move— your weather is cold, and your days are dreary, dark and boring. You also force me to realize how many winter pounds I’ve put on over the holidays. With the onset of spring and summer mere months away, and my pants fitting slightly tight, my hate for the two of you grows. I am obligated to kick into extreme workout and healthy-eating mode—boor ing! And you know what February? You snatched my boyfriend away this year and snowed so much that I missed my cabin weekend away to Leavenworth. Damn you!

Oh but March, you’re finally treating me right this year. You’re only one week away, and I can’t wait to bid February adieu. I am looking forward to wrapping myself in you, March. Not only have Sarah and I planned a fun girly party at our apartment (sex toys and fondue. That’s right. I said sex toys and fondue), but you will be delivering my boyfriend back to me. Oh, how I count the moments. To top off the gifts you are bringing me, I also have a girl’s night planned to see Mamma Mia at The Paramount, will finally be getting vacation and sick pay through work with possibly a significant raise, AND I will be taking a crazy and sexy little trip to Vegas.

If only you could be this good to me every year…

See ya February! And hello March!

Your Fair-weather Friend,
20-Something

Currently Feeling: Sexy in my new sparkly cardigan I bought last night.
Currently Anticipating: Seeing what this volunteer copywriting thing is all about tonight.
Currently Listening To: “Into the Mystic” by Van Morrison..over and over and over again. I can’t get enough!