My thoughts exactly Lord Vader...my thoughts exactly...
It's that time of the year again people. You know, the time right after you ACTUALLY want snow. The time of the year where it becomes routine to take an extra hour in the morning in order to brush the snow off of your car that your awesome neighbor decided to throw on the night before with his snow-blower. (Note to self, kick over all cans into neighbor's yard on trash day for now on.) And the time of the year where suddenly every person's speedometer doesn't go higher than 20 MPH.
Mother nature, you're a cruel jokester of a woman. Sure lady, it was fun when we were kids and I could make an Olympic-sized bobsled course down my driveway. Not so much when all I want to do is get to the mailbox or have my General Tso's delivered. And especially not when every silver-haired senior citizen's level of mass hysteria rises with every expected inch announced on the news. And listen grandma, motorized cart or not, when I wrestle the milk and break from your hands, there's no way you're getting it back.
The two keys to Earth's survival against the elements.
Considering how much of jerks you were to the people of the 'burgh area last year Snow Gods, I think you owe us a little relief. Let's take it easy this time around eh? For Darth's sake at least.
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