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This is Spring?


So, as usual I was late getting up out of bed. As usual, I was running late for work. And as usual, I ended up running out the door wearing a light jacket that would be just perfect for Spring-like weather. And, as I ran outta the house like Dagwood Bumstead, a very prevelant thought shot through my cerebellum. My fingers went numb and began to protest any minute movement, I was quickly reminded of the flavor of nasal drip and my eyes began to water. WTF?

Where the Hell is Spring???

No seriously, someone's needs to quit playing and bring back Spring!

As you can see, I'm such a happy camper!


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