Do You Remember When It Was Warm Out?

Yeah, me neither.

This post is a giant FU to winter. For the record, I hate you. Ok, you were all cute when it started to get a little chilly and I could don my sweaters and be all cozy, but now, you are just a pain in my ass.

Because of you, I have been introduced to words like windchill. I hate windchills too. Now, sometimes, you Winter can be charming. Like when you snow and I don't have to work. That is sweet. Extremely rare for us Atlantans but sweet. But you usually won't give us the snow, will ya, you chilly bastard? NO, we get the ice, and the rainy days when it *just* warm enough to prevent the glorious message, that it is too dangerous to drive to work.

Ok, speaking of the ice. I know now, that you Winter, are screwing directly with me. The a-hole weather man has said you may choose to bring us some "wintry mix" tomorrow. I love how they try to make it sound like a nice mix, like trail mix or chex mix. Nothing nice about it. Anyway, you are picking tomorrow to ice and singlehandedly mess with me. I have a hair appointment that took me weeks to get, and as God is my witness, if your mix bullshit causes me to miss it, I will bring the pain on your frosty ass.

Stay warm, bitches.