Spring is kicking our butts, over at Casa Lorenzo.
Tom and I are sneezing, wheezing and coughing. Piling up empty tissue boxes faster than a bar stacks bottles on St. Patty’s Day.
The day always brightens when there’s a dash of happy in the mail.
I won’t tell you how long I spent trying to open this non-card card because you might think I’m an idiot*.
*I may be dumb but I’m not stupid.