I get the sense the entire country is depressed because Punxsutawney Phil lied to us. Seriously, what is the world coming to if you can't trust a rodent? I feel there is a joke about Congress here somewhere, but I'm too depressed to figure it out, so make one up yourself.
In an attempt to bring us all out of the doldrums, I will now compend a list of A Few Of My Favorite Things. I have no idea how this is going to make any of you feel cheerier, but it may help me, so in the tradition of the Great American Way, I say Fuck Y'All, I'm The Only One Who Matters.
1. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens (I thought I'd get it out of the way)
2. Easter candy (with the exception of marshmallow peeps, a true confectionary abomination)
3. Bra straps that stay up (these don't exist, but they would make me happy if they did)
4. Warm, sunny days (see paranthetical note 3, above)
5. Getting cast in a play (no explanation needed)
6. Saturday mornings (Sundays, not so much, because of the lingering childhood trauma of having to go to church on Sundays. It was my weekly emotional root canal.)
7. My kids (They are, unequivacably, the two most awesome human beings on the planet.)
8. My kitties (same as #7, but substitute cats for human beings, which is a pretty good idea overall.)
9. My friends (my friends are The Best and My Family and I love them.)
10. My bed (which is where I wish I were right now)
I could go on, but the 32 of you who are reading this are probably ready to wander off and get some Easter candy, and I don't blame you. But, if Spring ever does actually show up, I will continue the list. Yeah, don't hold your breath.