February was a long, drawn out month that didn't want to end. February was a house guest that crashed on my couch, ate all my food, and didn't even offer to wash the dishes. February finally left and now the days seem a little brighter, a little less long. Typically, it's a month that flies by without a trace of stress or frustration. 28 days! Who can't deal with 28 days? Apparently, I can't deal with 28 days. February realized that I wasn't paying attention to it very much last year so he practiced throwing curve balls for 11 months and then, WHAM!, came with a vengeance.
March is a very different sort of month. March calmly goes about his day. He likes to read the paper in the morning and always makes his bed. He is a big fan of David Attenborough and often spends his evenings playing board games.
March is to February as the Tortoise is to the Hare.
March is to February as Yoga is to Basketball.
March is to February as Chamomile Tea is to Coffee.
