Actually, I’m doing fine.
In fact, I’ve had a very nice week, but I haven’t had anything interesting to write about. So, to the casual blog browser, it looks like I’m still pissed off about Easter. But I’m not!
Spring is great. I’ve always been a big fan of the rebirth of all of the plants. (Hey look, it says here that pretty much all of the Christian Easter symbolism is actually Pagan Eoster symbolism. Who knew!? Oh, wait, you mean my parents did? And the preacher? And that lady that taught Sunday School? Hmm, I’m not pissed but somehow I feel like I should be!)
It’s not just rebirth of plants, it’s the birth of new plants, and that means Plant Sex. I’m not saying I have allergies exactly, but something awful is happening in my nose, for sure. Plants having sex all willy nilly. I mean, it’s fine with me that they’re getting it on. I’m in favor of sex in a general way, just specifically do they have to do it in the air I’m breathing? Cause that’s kind of gross. Or kinky. Really depends on how you look at it, I guess.
