Andrew called me this morning on his way to work to wish me a Happy First-Day-Of-Spring.
My head fell and I slipped into a seasonal depression moment.
I should be happy, but I am not.
I hate it when winter is over.
So I pulled out my Magic Eraser and did a bit of Spring cleaning (another reason to hate spring).
Those Magic Erasers are absolutely magical. I should buy caseloads of these.
What once was an artistic mural...
...is now much less noticeable. Damn these soft, modern walls.