Snow on Easter?! The Final Insult.

Ok, a white Christmas I get. Even snow on Martin Luther King Day or President's Day or New Year's Day. But snow on Easter?!! Come on, this is just getting ridiculous. A few blogs ago, I wrote how I was sick of winter and ready for spring. Well, a few weeks later and it is cold and gray and it is almost April and there is no sign of spring. I guess Mother Nature and Mr. Winter got together and decided to have the last laugh and extend this cold winter for another month. When I am out in the cold for a few harsh minutes pumping gas, walking 50 feet to work, or going out to get the paper off my driveway, I think I can actually hear Them laughing at me in the biting wind. Ok, look, I realize that our forefathers, pilgrims, pioneers etc., would look down on me and consider me soft for complaining about being cold as I go from my heated home to my heated car to my heated workplace, but times have changed. They felt lucky to be alive come springtime, I want to be warm and start playing golf. So maybe I am soft and weak and I never would have survived 200 years ago. I feel lucky to live in this time, but I bet George Washington and Thomas Jefferson would complain about this cold winter too. Complaining about the weather is kind of like a past-time in itself. It is what we do, so here I go, I am sick of winter. Now it will be cold until May.