March seems to be the month you get mad at. We spend all winter looking forward to March and it nearly always disappoints us. This year it's snowy and cold. Most years it's rainy and bleak. Only last year did we sing March's praises only to be let down on this one. We want to be golfing, instead we're still shovelling. The only people who love this weather are the ski lift owners and frankly they can just go fuck themselves. Scott drove me to the hospital yesterday for my MamaGram in a blizzard -- on the highway, a place I never go. We were heading toward Parkdale Avenue in a whiteout and some guy decided he didn't want to take the ramp and dovetailed back into traffic right before our eyes. Then we waited on the ramp because a cop had decided to do a traffic stop. When I left home, we were right on time for my appointment. When we finally got to the Civic campus we were fifteen minutes late. March, the month that always lets us down. The appointment it...
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