I wish I was a weatherman.
Or I wish I was married to a weatherman or had an aunt or uncle or brother or sister or a cousin-twice-removed…..
….who was a weatherman.
Because maybe they could explain to me in simple weatherman terms…..why the sun is shining and the skies are blue….
…..and it’s 12 degrees.
Shouldn’t all that sun warm everything up and melt the snow a little?
I mean….I’m not asking for much….just maybe a temperature with a 2 in front of it.
And why did the sun only melt the snow on the top of my car which turned into water and then slowly dripped down across the driver’s side door….
…oddly turning into ice again mid-stream.
And then froze the door shut.Continue reading