march madness

It's March {profound statement #1}.

It's still winter {profound statement #2}.

However, I find myself surprisingly excited.

By the end of March, it will be spring {profound statement #3}.

At the end of March comes Spring Break. After Spring Break, the end of the school year flies by.

Easter is in March this year. Can't get more hopeful than that.

In March, and I'm counting on this, the sun will make an appearance and my pale skin will gain a hint of color, other than red.

March Madness. Brackets. Good times.

The final of The Bachelor airs next week. Just so we're clear, and this is one moment I'm actually not being sarcastic, hubster is as pumped about this as I am.

I began March with the use of a gift certificate for a 50 minute massage. A-to-the-MEN!

March = baby animals... Yep.. I'm 5.

And I'm too lazy to find a clever way to put pictures in this post for you so peace out my creepy little monkeys.