“Son of a…”
-Detective M. looking out the window
Ok, Mother Nature, you obviously didn’t get the message earlier, either that or you’re just a sadistic psycho wench, so I’m going to make this as clear as I can.
KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE SNOW. IT IS FREAKING MID-APRIL. There should be blue skies with plenty of clouds, flowers shooting up left and right, and cheerful springtime animals starting to frolic about. What twisted alternate time warp are you in? Have you no sympathy for people’s feelings, let alone the calendar? I am getting sick of packing up winter sweaters only to drag them out of the closet for 48 hours at a time. Is there someone else up there we can talk to, because you clearly aren’t managing to get your job done. To summarize, showers are permissible, blizzards are not. Fix it. Now.