Dear Seventh Month of 2013,
I’ve never been happier to bid someone adieu. You put our little flower shop through the wringer, tested the limits of our patience, faith and business checking, and gave me a whole lotta’ heartburn. On the plus side, I think we set a new personal record of clearing unexpected hurdles in the last 30 days; an achievement I’m in no hurry to reattempt.
August, I have high hopes for you. Don’t let me down.