I hate March
I was able to ride my scooter to work on Tuesday and now I find out that we’re going to be getting six freaking inches of snow tomorrow. Why can’t it make up it’s freaking mind?
One thing I crave is predictability. If I can get into a nice, stable rut, I feel very happy. Wake up, go to work, come home, do some chores, watch some TV or surf or do some hobby for a few hours, go to bed. And if the freaking weather would just cooperate, I’d be able to do that.
Will I come to work tomorrow? Who knows?!? Will I get to ride my scooter to work? Who knows?!?
And, invariably, some jerk from Florida or Arizona or California will chime in and say how wonderfully predictable their weather is. But I’d take a little snow over hurricanes, heat, and earthquakes any day.