kevin and i finally admitted to one another something we had been feeling for a long time. after knowing each other all these years -- the truth finally came out. and we feel so relieved.
we hate february.
the truth is, that even though our birthdays are in february, it doesn't make it any more fun. at last! we feel the freedom of facing the shameful and buried revelation that, all our lives we have feigned a love for february. it is our birthmonth! presents! cake! stuff!
fuck that.
turns out we were the only two who loved february. or thought we did.
we finally realized that...
...january brings relief from the holidays, powerful resolutions, fires of birch and oak, pots of stew, and the super bowl.
...march brings temperatures above 40, sweet smelling mud, an occasional snowstorm that comes and goes quickly, and the anticipation of apil. APRIL!
...february brings...cold. cold. cold. darkness. impatience. stale air. tired sweaters. dirty snow. and valentine's day: a Hallmark holiday which presents to each of us either an obligation or an insult. and one more thing about february -- most people mispronouce it (feb-YOO-ary). hate that!
but kevin and i, we feel better. we plan to celebrate our birthdays together with a winter meal of coffee-rubbed bison short ribs, garlic mashed potatoes, smokey greens, and cake. lots and lots of cake.
happy birthday sweetheart! i hope you like your present. love you always.
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