And then...
I look out the window two minutes later and there's 10 feet of snow outside!! TEN FEET, PEOPLE.
(Actually, it was just an inch or two. But just the same, there was snow out there.) Snow was falling and so were my spirits.
I don't like snow.
Snow is like a bad haircut: Once they start cutting, you can't say that you don't like it that way because that's terribly rude. And then it looks bad and you have to wait a month -- heaven forbid you have to wait any longer -- for it to grow back out and then look kinda normal.
Snow falls and you can't even make it stop. Then you have to wait a month --heaven forbid you have to wait any longer -- for it to melt.
UGH.
I support global warming. Right now, nothing sounds more delicious than an overheated planet.
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