A Letter

Dear March,

You know, we kinda had a bad February. Make that, we had a really bad February.

I know that you and I are going to get along just fine. You’re going to be much nicer than that last nasty month, aren’t you?

I mean, I know we’re not going to have to worry about kidney stones, or MRSA, or pneumonia, or rabies scares*.

We’re not going to have to rush to Anchorage to go to the doctor. Not any of us.

I know you wouldnt anything like that to us, March. I just know it. I can feel that you’re going to take very good care of us.

Right, March?

Right?

Sincerely,
alianora

*Please, Im begging you, just don’t ask.