Sure it's the first day of spring, but that's nothing compared to this:
Mr. Rogers was truly one of the best. So many things he taught us, so many songs he sang. And so, for his birthday, I did my duty, and wore a sweater. One of my favorites, a pink cardigan. But, as I took it off the hanger, grrr...it snagged. I've still managed to "make the most of this beautiful [spring] day", but I do wish that Mr. Rogers had written a song about the way you feel when you snag your favorite sweater.