Dear April,

I keep trying to like you, April

but you snowed

{like, a dump load}

on my wedding day10 years ago.

Not cool, April.

But I keep trying to like you anyway...

and you keep disappointing me. 

And just when I decide to let bygones be bygones

and sincerely try to love again,

You go and do something like this: 

*sigh*

 

and totally redeem yourself!

{Pretty smart of you to get in with the boy.

Cause, as everyone knows:

If you're in with the boy, 

you're in with me.}

Sincerely,

Lola