February needs Valentines day to have any value at all. Cold, dreary, for those of you who don't like Valentines day, all I can say is you must not live in the frozen north.
Everyone should have flowers in February, and if Valentines day forces the issue, so be it.
I'm ready for Spring, and I can see that I am not alone.
Did you know that around this time each year I become a meteorologist? It's true. I start predicting the weather. Drives Earl a little crazy, but I need that optimism right about now.
You see, if the weatherman says the high will be in the mid to high 40's, I turn to Earl and say "You know what that means, It's going to hit 50, maybe even 55." I assume the weatherman fudges on the low side this time of year so people won't get all up in arms if the high he predicted didn't come true.
Earl scoffs, so I'm keeping a record this year. Weatherman's predicted high vs. my own prediction. Yesterday, the weatherman predicted something like a high of 44, it hit 54. I rest my case.
Today the weatherman says 55, (which, by the way, last week when he said it would be 50 today, I wrote 55 on the calender, who's a genius?) so you know what that means. 60. I need to wring every bit of warmth out of February that I can. Maybe I should consider a career change. I think I would be a very popular weathergirl:>) How's the weather where you are?