When you awake to this on April 18th, you kind of decide that spring really and truly isn't coming this year.
Since I've been praying for no more snow since about the beginning of the new year, it's starting to really feel like a prison sentence.
I mean, for real. Enough is enough you old winter. I need all FOUR of my seasons and I fear that we'll skip spring all together if this keeps up. Don't make me step up my game and for really and for true and contemplate some type of move. Or move back into hibernation.
Oh, and Winter, my son's birthday on April 21st is generally in spring. We're celebrating tomorrow with a pinata and apparently we'll enjoy that in the heated garage as the high temperature is only supposed to be 37 degrees outside.
Really, it's not me, it's YOU. We already were on rough terms in our relationship, but this year you really ruined it and you just made your #1 enemy.
I have never, ever looked so forward to Earth Day when I will celebrate by pretending my grass is
green brown instead of white. We will wear short sleeved shirts, even if it is only 30-something degrees.
I will paint my toenails and wear my flip flops.
I will pretend I'm out in the backyard with Patty sipping wine.
I'll keep dreaming in pastels of spring and bright vivid tulips while I await your demise,
Old Man Winter.
Spring will arrive, one day.
I just hope it's very soon.
**Edit: I wrote this post yesterday. There is even more snow out my window today, but I won't even bother you with the photos. It's a