For the record...
Punxsutawney Phil and I are not friends.
okay, let's just look really closely at this picture of my computer screen. Not only is it -26 Celsius, but it feels like -36. WHAT?? That's ridiculous. Can I remind you how many times I've moved/help someone move in February? We have had beautiful weather. What is with March?? That whole "in like a lion" thing better be true. And can we check out what it says under the temp? Ice Crystals. Does that mean that they are just falling from the sky? Am I going to get impaled by a icicle if I leave my house? Again, I ask myself why I live here?? Anyone in some place warm have a job to offer my husband in television production?
I'm SO sick of this view from my front window:
I'm ready for beaches (you know, in my land-locked Province). And sunscreen and iced tea and oscillating fans. And GREEN (St. Patrick's day doesn't count). Is that too much to ask?
And before anyone mentions that Balzac Billy said 6 more weeks of winter, might I point out that that is only 2 weeks away? I'm not counting on this all being gone by then.
I want to go on a PICNIC!