Yes, I'm still here

Did your momma ever tell you if you can't say something nice, then don't say nothing at all. 
Well, that's what it's been like this winter.  Even I got tired of my bitching.  But, it's spring, and everything is new again or some such corny old saying.  I've got bunches to tell.  Butch and a new opponent in the yard.  Spring planting-yeah finally! (well, almost). Just gotta get all that useless crap in my head organized into concious thought. 
Hell, you know me, that's no easy undertaking.

Thinking of it, I think I'll go with Olympia Dukakis's version-
If you can't say something nice, then come on over here and sit by me!

(you know i love you more than my luggage!)