Someone who knows me well sent me a card with this greeting, attributed to Dorothy Parker:
Every year, back Spring comes,
with the nasty little birds
yapping their fool heads off.
It’s here. I send you my condolences. Put away those lovely woolen scarves, your handsome jackets, and all your closed-toe shoes.
You’ll have to adjust to the shops’ single-minded pastels (as if an adult can be taken seriously wearing canary yellow or shades of peach).
Dust off the fan blades and get out the tissues; it’s allergy time.
Pi day has passed, along with Einstein’s birthday. Is there anything to look forward to?
Possibly:
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Do you nuke your Peeps? It’s an annual ritual in some households!