This is the most worthless, pathetic, and tragic excuse for a New England winter that I, in any (and all) of my long 28 years of an excruciatingly confusing existence, have ever experienced. It’s January 19th… and this is it!? This is all you’ve got!? Worthless! Pathetic! Tragic! Winter, you’re a slacker. Get a job, you bum. And no, you may not “crash on my couch till you get things sorted out.”
Dood, this is indeed one odd winter.
Personally, I wouldn’t mind a little more snow, or cold for that matter. We’ll probably get hammered soon and yearn menacingly (yep, dunno, but you will) for those yesterdays of warm, balmy, snow-free January days.
However, that could be in June.
Hear hear! It’s not a real New England winter until we get a school closing, and I’m rooting for a blizzard, if possible. On a Monday.
I’m rooting for snow on my birthday…which is in June.
Yay for global warming!