Yes, yes, we all know April showers bring May flowers. But the chump who came up with that saying forgot to add in that April showers also brings arthritic pain and, in me, a bad attitude.
Seriously, today's damp weather seeped into my bones in such a manner that, upon waking, I instantly morphed into a crabby old woman.
I should note that around here, April also brings a screechy adolescent boys' baseball team to the park near my house ( and a high-pitched and obnoxiously loud adolescent girls' softball team). How am I supposed to take a nap when all I can hear is Peter Brady sound-a-likes on one field and girlish tittering on the other?! And how in the heck am I supposed to concentrate on my knitting and crossword puzzles (not to mention my Ensure drinking) with such ridiculous cheering and nauseating teen spirit?!! (if you think I'm making a joke about knitting, crosswords and Ensure, then you are sadly mistaken, my friend).
Ok..I might as well put on a pair of granny panties, shake my cane and call it a day. Gosh..I hope I'm not going to be this snarky for all of April.