A not so fond farewell
You were terrible. I got sick, Jeff got sick, Beck got sick (twice) and everyone I know landed somewhere on the scale of mildly sick to OH-MY-WORD-PLEASE-DON'T-DIE. Valentine's Day was lovely, but you aren't fooling me, February. You still stink like old cheese. Maybe next year you could work on not stinking up the place with your dark days and way too much snow and germs-a-plenty.