I told myself before sitting down do not mention the weather, do not allude to it, nothing. It’s almost impossible. The post office woman asks me how I’m doing and I’m just wide-eyed and two words: this weather. Apparently the coldest since 2002? Did you know there’s a “misery index”? Well there is. And cities all over the place are maxing out their misery index this year. Steve and I have been taking turns feeling blue. “You’re feeling it today? You can’t! It’s my turn! You just had last Wednesday!”
I’m doing it. I’m talking about the weather. I’m going to go stab my eye out now.
If I’m being honest, between the weather and a few other things, the last few months have been hard on me. Suffice it to say, we’re ready for you spring. And if you don’t deliver some significantly warmer temperatures and melted snow within the next thirty days (or three?), Massachusetts will have one less homeowner. Yeah, you heard me!
I think I should just go on a self-imposed blogging strike until I’m ready to not mention the winter ever again. You’re probably all shaking your heads in agreement right now.