So I don't post I think because I feel like I rarely have anything interesting to say and most of the things that run through my head aren't really appropriate for public consumption. I did, however, come up with a new adage for explaining March weather. The old saying goes: In like a lion out like a lamb. Well, this year I feel that March came in like a lion and is going out like a cold, shivering ewe giving birth to a sad, scrawny lamb that she'll probably reject and will have to be bottle fed with formula or possibly goat's milk. Yeah, that's about how March is.
Old Man Winter: You are a suck hole.
