Dear Winter: A Letter
Dear Winter,
I’m over you.
A little past the 32nd anniversary of The Blizzard of 78, we’re getting a snow storm. It will be nothing like what the mid-Atlantic got over the weekend, but our office is closing early anyway. Hubby and I are discussing the execution of shoveling out tomorrow morning. This is something I don’t want.
It’s bad enough with the Canadian blasts we’ve been getting tempareture-wise, but do you really have to include snow? I own a white cat – he will blend if he escapes. (And if he manages it, I will blame you, Winter.)
You’ve been warned. Let your sister Spring come in. I want some flowers and bees, dammit.
Signed,
Alicia
PS: In case my intent isn’t clear, please look at the image below.
Funny, I wrote the same letter a few days ago. I broke up with winter.
I claimed winter was cold and a bad listener. I wanted to see other seasons. http://somethingelsetodistractme.blogspot.com/