While I was running in the pouring rain today, I kept thinking about writing. In fact, when it was pouring pouring pouring and the temperature dropped like 10 degrees and I started losing feeling in my fingers, I began writing this post in my mind. It was really really good. I laughed and cried and thought Gees, you're such a great writer Mary! (Yes, I can in fact fool myself). Only now . . . I can't really remember much I wrote in my mind. Darn mind. Speaking of minds, May turns mine to mush. Between allergies (thank you beautiful budding trees . . . I lovingly Hate You) and the insane end of year recitals and school demands, I can't keep anything straight. Everything is going sideways and I'm barely holding on. I honestly think every single May, I am officially going crazy. Then school ends, June comes cool and calm and there aren't really any demands and I get to remember how to breath. No joke, I actually honestly get s...