Oh, February. It's not just because my birthday typically falls on a three-day weekend that makes you favorite month. It's not because of that bullshit holiday, Valentine's Day (though I can appreciate the overall "red" feel that it brings to your three weeks). And it's certainly not because of Mardi Gras, bastion of insecurity. No, it's because you show up late and leave early. Sometimes you give us an extra day, but even then it's still not as many days as the shortest of other months. You manage to sneak in after the holiday come down of January and before the epic grey-ness that is March. 

Heres to you, February.