To snow: I hate you.
You came last Sunday and made my Monday even crappier than it would've been with *just* the regular work crap. I sucked it up, it was just one day I thought.
But you just wouldn't go away, despite the efforts of the slowly warming sun you stuck to the ground, soaking my shoes every day.
By Thursday afternoon I thought I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, there was grass poking through in places, but then you make a come-back this morning! I had to cover up the mail to keep it from being soaked by wet, newly fallen snow.
And now I've had it. February is almost over, you've had your fun.
Now, can you please retreat further north and give spring a shot at perhaps getting here within a month.
Yours truly.
(Yes, I am showing you *that* finger.)
But you just wouldn't go away, despite the efforts of the slowly warming sun you stuck to the ground, soaking my shoes every day.
By Thursday afternoon I thought I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, there was grass poking through in places, but then you make a come-back this morning! I had to cover up the mail to keep it from being soaked by wet, newly fallen snow.
And now I've had it. February is almost over, you've had your fun.
Now, can you please retreat further north and give spring a shot at perhaps getting here within a month.
Yours truly.
(Yes, I am showing you *that* finger.)