Dear Mother Nature,
We are tired of snow and cold. Please don't tease us anymore with the birds singing while the sun is shining hints of spring. It makes it that much more unbearable when the 4.5 inches drops on us like the other day or that the wind bites at all nakedness that one cannot possibly cover up when going outdoors. It's March. Time for the red to rise on the thermometer and the slushy wetness to give us something else to bitch about. Could you please check with that damn Groundhog again? I think he got it wrong.
Someone who thinks it's colder than a witch's tit ;-)