February—at long last.

I don't know about you, but Bunny and I are not terribly fond of January. After the excitement of writing '08 on our checks wears off, we're left with a dreadful little month riddled with all sorts of problems. First, the aftermath of Christmas lingers long after the 25th has come and gone (e.g. dismantling holiday cheer from tree and mantle, gift exchanges/returns, annoying girth round the middle). Second, the challenge of recapturing the acuity and enthusiasm you had as an employee prior to the holidays. And third: 31 days of inclement weather.

So you can see why the first of February shines like a beacon in the night (which I might add are notably longest in January due to the Earth's pesky position in relation to the sun. But I digress).

Not that February 1 is horribly significant in the scheme of things (no offense to Presidents past nor lovebirds present)—but it's progress. February serves as the bridge from Winter to Spring to my mind, regardless of what the Groundhog's shadow predicts. As of today, I have hope that I can cast my ugly fleece-lined plastic shoes aside in exchange for my well worn flip-flops.

So join me in celebrating the month that is February (Fevrier if you should happen to be in Paris). Me and Foo shall start off the celebration by dusting off our flip-flops as we watch the Giants slaughter the Pats over a nice cup of chili with extra cheese.