I live in the NorthEast. Last week we had 50 degree weather. It was awesome. I took my walks with no coat, ate lunch on the sidewalk of New York City and drove with my windows open.
I am currently looking out my window. They said there would be snow. Mixed with ice. And sleet. And I’m thinking this is all a cruel joke. It’s as if winter is mocking us.
I know I’m being a total ingrate. Last winter it barely snowed at all. Well, if you don’t count October. But technically that isn’t winter. If we didn’t have October, the kids would have gotten out of school on the original last-day-of-school date. Or pretty damn close to it. Stupid October.
If I sound bitter, that’s because I am. I’m tired of the teases. It’s worse than the proverbial dangling carrot. I’m on a diet. So I will compare it to someone putting a plate full of nachos with oozy cheese and greasy beef piled high with sour cream and a pitcher of margaritas with a salt shaker in front of me knowing I can’t touch it (ok, shouldn’t touch it — we all know I probably would). It’s cruel and unusual.
Didn’t the groundhog say spring was coming early? I think Phil needs to die with Old Man Winter. Sorry animal lovers. I do mean it in a joking way. So don’t get all PETA on me. Thanks and don’t remove your snow tires yet. You’ll be needing them.