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.