|Beating the odds again...
||[Mar. 4th, 2009|08:23 am]
So, I am really, really done with this winter. It's been particularly charmless, not even any pretty snow, just cold, and ice, and bitter winds -- I said that a week or so ago, promptly causing 5 inches of snow to fall. |
Well, too f-ing late, Winter!
Honestly, you're like a guest who arrives three hours late for a party. We don't WANT you now. Sure, you can be charming, you can be fun, but really, the party energy is winding down, we're mellowing out, looking forward to fond goodbyes and a short round of doing dishes before going to bed.
And you blow in, all raring to go, high on the four Pomegranate Martinis that are why you're late in the first place. Full of look-at-me, aren't-I-fun, wait until you hear about this chick I just met at the bar...
Too f-ing late. We don't want you now. Before, when I was desperately trying to get the dinner on the table, pour drinks and get the conversation going, say DECEMBER or JANUARY, that would have been a good time.
Now? You're just a bad guest. Buh-bye. Take you and your Joie de Vivre elsewhere. Someplace that stays up late -- like Syracuse or Ottawa.
See, cause my favorite Thinsulate gloves are in the wash. (Sometimes the bag doesn't hold...if you're a dog owner you know what I'm talking about.) And I'm reduced to using one of my not-as-warm-as-I'd-like pairs. But see, this morning, when trying to find one of those pairs, I managed to pull 7 gloves out of the closet organizer (I use that term loosely, obviously) before I found a left handed glove. This was sort of the last straw.
I have been forced to confront my hall-closet slovenliness, my inability to keep a pair of gloves intact, my uneven handedness in losing things, and, and, you are covering up my Hellebores and crocuses.
So, piss off. Don't make me get my hibernating ass of this couch and make you.
2009-03-04 02:13 pm (UTC)
Isn't it amazing how many right handed gloves we buy?
Agreed. Now everybody cuddle up to share body heat....
SO AGREED. Wuz's shoe size has changed, and now he wants to play in the snow before it goes away for the year which found me today at the GOODWILL trying to find cheapass snow boots that I won't want to kill myself for getting when he'll wear them once. Mission = unsuccessful. It's all sandals and bathing suits. Why? Because it's m-fing MARCH is why.
So. Over it.