Ah, Winter, you crotchety old fart...
It's snowing. Again.
It's horribly, unseasonably cold. Again.
It's beginning to look a lot like February. Again. (How unfortunate it is that it's currently
April)
Some people laugh at me or give me odd looks when I give such things as weather phenomena a sort of anthropomorphic personality. In English that means I act as if the rainstorm, or the wind, or the blowing snow, is an actual intelligent force/entity, usually one that conspires against me. Yet I would put forward today's weather as proof that Old Man Winter is in fact a willful if not capricious entity whose sadistic delights in tormenting the general populace (namely, me) should be put to a stop right now.
Either that, or someone should track Winter down and pull the plug on his life-support system.
In any event, the last thing I want to see today is another bunch of skiiers going past whatever window I happen to be sitting in front of. So I've decided to smear my windows with chocolate icing. Not only will it block out the horrible sights of snowflakes being blown helter-skelter, but once spring does come, I can lick of the icing and have not only a treat but a delightful surprise (that being green grass and sunshine) as well! Sort of like a Kinder Surprise if it were built in a Klein Bottle.
Today's Lesson: Snow and Winter are two things better left at the ski slopes, at Christmas, and at the poles.
posted by Phillip at 12:13 PM
