The Symbolic Farewell To March

Huh?

I did what? Or more precisely, I didn’t do what?

Oh, pish! It was…it was a…uh…a joke! That’s it! It was an April Fool’s Joke! I meant to do that!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Now, where was I? Oh, yeah.

I mentioned that March went by so fast that it seemed to be redshifted in my rear-view mirror. Yesterday being the first official “it’s-not-March-any-more” day and with my birthday balloons looking pretty saggy, limp, and flaccid, it was time to take them down.

They didn’t even “pop!” as I stabbed them, just went “pfffffffffftttbbbb.”