I received an email on Monday from a co-worker.
“Are you done with the weather yet?”
“I want to run over Father Winter with a tank. A huge tank.”
“There’s no need for violence.”
Oh, yes there is, my dear. Yes, there is.
The need for a tank began at the end of January, when a snowstorm turned into -50 F wind chills.
Father Winter has been miserable ever since.
Rain and Fog
On the day I said goodbye to mom, it snowed, pelted ice, then rained, then snowed again.
The wind picked up Saturday night.
Wind gusts of up to 60 mph on Sunday.
The awful 131 car pile-up on I-41, taking a young teacher’s life.
Then two days of cold.
And more #@&%*$#@&* snow.
Where’s the tank? The really huge tank?
For Father Winter.
He’s been a real jerk.
This post has been brought to you by stupid, stupid winter, a tank and Linda Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. If you are wondering what One-Liner Wednesday is all about, CLICK HERE.
Linda G. Hill is the Queen of One-Liners and rules over her kingdom of followers. Check out today’s post and commit yourself to join the Queen’s one-liner army because there’s no fighting or blood, only comradery and fun with words.