Dear May,
You always seem like such a nice month on paper. So shiny, bright and full of promise. In reality you take my life, chew it up and spit it out! And to add insult to the double booked calendar injury... triple digit weather. Come on! Mild spring weather was what kept me coming to the table. Seriously, you're May, not August, we don't need the monsoons quite yet.
Soon you will be gone and we'll rock June hard. Next year, let's consider taking a chill pill May. One good start?...more Memorial Days.
Love you anyway,
Mama Lou
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