Monday, March 24, 2008

Dear Winter:

We all love you dearly, and we're glad that you visit yearly with a lovely blanket of snow. But overstaying your welcome can be the death of any relationship. Does "First Day of Spring" mean anything to you? How abour "Easter Weekend." Nothing? No?

Okay, maybe I should try a different tactic:

Dear Spring:
I am once again unimpressed with your attendance record. In the four years I have been in this province you have failed to arrive by "The First Day of Spring" even once. If this tardiness continues I will be forced to complain to your supervisor.

This is my car at 9:30 am on March 24.


bettyninja said...

I am all done with the snow too. I want to see green

Molly Sabourin said...

Thank you, Jill, for making me feel at least a little bit better about our own afternoon forecast for snow. Misery loves company, I suppose.
If you find that supervisor's phone number, let me know!