Seasons are Pansies

    I just came dangerously close to writing a post about the weather. That is just sad and would be a clear indication that I do not have enough worthwhile material in my noggin to continue blogging. Since we all know my noggin is full of clever observations, amusing anecdotes, and I am not going to stop blogging even if my witticisms become so dry they start to crack, I could not let myself talk about the weather. Instead, I am going to talk about the seasons. Winter needs to get its act together and stop letting spring horn in on its territory. It is the last day of Februany and it is almost 70° out. I am not complaining about the nice weather. I am going to run my heart out after work and enjoy every minute of it. What I am complaining about is Sunday’s high being in the low thirties with a chance of snow. Everyone is going to be sick soon with these drastic temperature swings. Everyone but me that is, I don’t get sick. Spring needs to butt out until it is time. And winter needs to man up and defend itself. Maybe they can come to a compromise and it can just be 68 and partly cloudy for six straight months and I never have to put my car away. I can not wait until convertible weather. (sigh)

“Show me a liar and I’ll show you the weatherman”