OK. Enough already. The Christmas spirit is still here, still feeling goodwill toward men and all that, which is good because we postponed our Christmas until tomorrow. But really ... enough with this weather. It is still snowing!!! Where is the rain we were promised? Why doesn't Santa love me? I have been a very good girl this year and all I asked for was a little rain. I couldn't even get inside the grocery store today because my car kept getting stuck in the parking lot because of the ice/snow/slush piles and Albertson's inability to rent a plow.
Seeing this white stuff flying around outside my window makes me want to run out in the street and punch each little fluffy flake in its little fluffy face. Fast flying fists of fury!!! Righteous weather rage! I realize that this might make me look like a bit of a lunatic but oh how glorious it would feel.
On another note, I never want to hear Bing Crosby sing how he is dreaming of a white Christmas EVER AGAIN. Bing can take that song and cram it up his Bing-hole.