I hate the mud.
|Shamelessly showing off how |
adorable Muddled Dog was
I hate the muck.
I hate how blah everything looks.
Don't get me wrong, I am ecstatic that winter has come & gone but I do wish that we could skip spring (or at least early spring).
I would love it we went from a blanket of thick, fluffy, gloriously white snow to a mud-free velvety carpet of green grass. Is that too much to ask for? Really? Truly? I think not.
|Not my dog but sadly a sight I'm quite|
Stupid spring. Next year I'm skipping it and going straight to summer, who's with me?