Spring. It’s 14 days away and it can’t come soon enough. I’m not an outdoor person. I enjoy my central heat/air year-round for a constant room temperature 68 degrees F.
Unfortunately, even I can’t ignore Mother Nature or Old Man Winter or Elsa or whoever it is having an emotional weather breakdown and ruining my life.
I have lived through several feet of snow. Like, that’s not an exxageration. It’s all still outside if you don’t believe me. Know why it’s still all outside?
Crazy extreme temperatures. Remember when extreme became this cool thing to be or do? Extreme sports. Extreme home makeovers. Extreme caffeinated drinks. Well, trust me when I say extreme and weather should never be in the same sentence.
And then, there were locusts. No, not really. But there was flooding. Anyone else starting to wonder if we’re the victim of some crazy mummy-plague-curse thing? Just me?
I spent the entire day and night (sort of; I passed out at 2:30 a.m.) watching my yard for rising water and trying to explain to my kids that our possessions were just things we could replace. Turns out, they’d prefer not to do that.
Please, please, someone else join me in complaining about the weather.