March is my least favorite month. Ever since I was 12 and my mom died suddenly on March 27th. I don’t consider myself a person that keeps grudges, but my dislike for March has now endured for a whopping 28 years. In defense of me continuing the grudge against the month, March weather is very unpredictable. One day, you can wear a summer outfit and the next, you have to pull the sweater out. And the rain, don’t even get me started on the rain. It doesn’t help that I drove 5 hours straight in the pouring rain yesterday. So come quickly April!
