Ah April, how I hate thee…let me count the ways. Tax time, rising gas prices, and nary a budget to pay it all in. I do find it very disturbing that Easter Sunday occurs the day before taxes are due in the mail this year. It’s almost a conspiracy. A day of prayer and celebration for Jesus before getting turned into a human money piñata for Uncle Sam. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad or as painful if I didn’t have to pay 3 bucks for a gallon of gas…Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve never liked April…as a month. It’s the month that reminds me of those “Peanuts” cartoons where Lucy props up the football for Charlie Brown to kick, only to pull it away from him at the last minute, dropping him on his back. Well, I’d like to leave this special message for April (excluding Easter, of course): EFF YOU APRIL! EFF YOU UP THE EFFIN’ EAR! There, I said it…Come on, May, hurry up and get here, why don’t ya!
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