by Pierre le Roux
I don’t always complain. Well, actually that it not entirely true. I complain all the time, mostly to my cats because my husband has selective hearing when it comes to things like that. This is also why I am not completely convinced that he will survive the Zombie Apocalypse without my help. It is important to note that when I do complain it is not always about random or minor stuff. The things I complain about are important. Well, at least they are important in my mind anyway. Seeing as spring has just arrived in the Southern Hemisphere and I always bitch about it on my blog (you know because spring almost kills me every year) I decided that this year will be different. Why you might ask. The answer is simple, I decided to try and ignore it. But as luck would have it, just because I am ignoring spring doesn’t mean it will ignore me. Denial is an ineffective son-of-a-gun that way (see how I didn’t use a curse word right here. I am so making progress on my potty mouth).