So someone told me today that it may snow.
I restrained myself from kicking this guy in the shins, because I happen to love him, and I promise that I do act far more mature than the thoughts in my head.
But I am sorta mad about this news.
I'm mad at winter for not respecting that it is spring.
So it better not snow tonight.
Or even hint at snow.
Besides, I've already painted my toenails in celebration of spring, and I'm ready to break out some flip-flops.
I only said that I wouldn't hurt anybody because I'm mad.
I didn't say I wouldn't pout.