I know that, technically, we're only a couple of weeks into winter, but I've had enough. My nose is red, my fingers are cold, my head hurts, and I can see my breath -- in the house. Enough.
Even the snow has gotten old. (Sure, it's pretty and fun when it first falls, not so much when it turns your driveway into a speed skating track.)
Seriously, I cannot remember the last day the temperature here got above 40 degrees Fahrenheit -- with the wind chill.
And speaking of wind chill, I would like to start a petition that if it feels like 20 degrees then weather forecasters should just say it's 20 degrees. Enough with "It's 32 degrees outside but with the wind chill it feels like 20 degrees" BS.
And another thing, why is there a blizzard or snow storm only on the days we have plans? What's that about?
Much as I love polar bears, I could use a little global -- or local -- warming about now. After all, what have the polar bears done for me lately?
Okay, your turn to bitch -- in the comments.
Btw, this blog is now two years old and this is my 400th post. Yowza.
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