When March 1st hits I get a little melancholy. I really enjoy the first two months of the year. January with all of its resolutions and promises, cleaning and organizing. February is so beautiful and everything starts to bloom, a stretch of warm days and lots of home cooking.
March just seems like a wet, rainy, long month. I feel like I didn't get enough done in the prior two months and March seems like a deadline (for what, exactly, I have no idea).
It is exactly six months until my 40th birthday and I think I need a goal. Originally, I thought a big birthday bash. Now I'm not so sure. Paris has been on my mind and after perusing these gorgeous apartments today, I think a Lucy-like plan may have to evolve and convince my Ricky that Paris would be a lovely way to ring in my 40th year. But if Ricky knows me well, he will also know that I change my mind. A lot. I may need Ethel to help me figure this one out.
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