Well, who’s going to come clean this up, then? Because it’s not gonna be me! I’m done shoveling snow.
We here in Wisconsin have a saying about winter: It’s not over until April. March may get warm enough to go out in shirtsleeves and shorts, but there’s at least one cold snap and snowfall coming down the pike to slap us all in the face, and if you can’t abide by that, you’d better move to Texas.
We have another saying about winter that’s especially reserved for mornings like this one, typically uttered the moment we look out the window on the scene of freshly-fallen snow: Dammit! And then we pack up and head for Texas.
[Update: I just realized this is technically the first day of Spring. Touché, Mother Nature!]
This Is Drivel 