April 17th, 2006
|02:31 pm - This is all Godzilla's fault|
Today is April 17th. For those of you following along at home, it's over halfway through the month of April and almost one month into Spring. Spring, if you'll recall, is the season where winter goes away, the sun comes out, and everything bursts into new life. Flowers and butterflies grow and thrive in peace and harmony, and all is lovely and sweet.
That is, Spring is *supposed* to be the season with the flowers and butterflies and crap.
I say "supposed to be" because this morning I woke up to about 2 inches of snow -- SNOW, mind you -- on the ground.
On April 17th.
As a bit of a side note, I do not live in Alaska. Are you getting me here? This is just wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. And who's to blame for this weather fiasco?
All I have to say is this. You know how, on Groundhog Day, the groundhog comes out, and if he sees his shadow, it's six more weeks of winter or whatever the hell the story is? This year, that little fucker obviously saw GODZILLA's shadow.
I don't know how many more weeks that gets us, but I'm beginning to think unpacking the Spring wardrobe is probably not a good idea right now.
Not a good idea at all.
NB: I'll get you for this, Godzilla. If it's the last thing I do.
I love it when we have PMS at the same time.
Shall I knit you some socks?
*starts building MechaGodzilla*
Hey, don't go dissin' on my man Gojira. He and I have some big plans for our next visit to Tokyo.
Tokyo's great. I'm totally down with that.
Just keep him the fuck away from Punxatawney Phil on February 2nd and there will be no need for bloodshed.
|Date:||April 17th, 2006 11:12 pm (UTC)|| |
Ugh. Snow shoud be banned this last in the year. Hell, even when I lived in ND, I don't think it snowed this late. It snowed early April, but by the 17th it was flooding instead...
I told you it was snowing.
It's 80 degrees here. And it's still Mississippi. I'll trade.
I mean..I'm sorry for you... >;)
Its 99 degrees here. NINETY NINE. Farenheit.
Even for Texas, that's out of the ordinary.
I hate the heat.
Trade ya. I'd be wearing a sweater and going, "Ahhhhhhhh, warrrrrmmmmmm."
Except that it's Texas, so you have the humidity. When I got out of DFW last time, I thought I was going to drown.
So, no, on second thought, I won't trade ya.
But I will agree that we have it equally bad on opposite ends of the spectrum.
Yeah, well consider this. I'm a knitter. Most of the things I make will not really get much use in this climate because its only cold enough for things like scarves and mittens and such for about 10 minutes a year.
So yeah, I WOULD trade ya.