The breakup...

All right Winter, we have to talk. Enough of this bitter cold attitude. Enough of your constant loitering around when everybody knows your time is up. Enough of your whipping winds and biting temps. I am through with you. You have done nothing but abuse me for the last four months and I am not going to take it anymore. I deserve better than you. I deserve lush green grass and blossoming trees, not muddy lawns and dirty snow. I deserve some respectful sunny days and weather that I don't have to hide my frigid hands in gloves to protect from you. This is it, I mean it! I am sick of hiding inside the house hoping that you don't smack me in the face when I open my front door. This is no longer the mutually agreeable relationship it was back in December, so I am ending it with you. If you would kindly remove yourself from my presence, and get out of my face, I would appreciate it. You can go sulk somewhere up north for the next seven or eight months, but I don't want to see you around here until you have learned your lesson. You're outta here buddy.

Sincerely, ~k~





Heeeellloooooooooooo Sprrrriiinnnnggggg...........