My wrath is going to be released if I see one more snowflake.

Just kidding, it's already unleashed.

Like I told Therese and Alicia yesterday, "IF I GET HOME AND THERE IS SNOW ON THE GROUND THE HEAVENS WILL BE STORMED BY YOURS TRULY."

Well, when I got home there was plenty of mud and dead brown smushed grass :: and no snow. But what do I see when I wake up this morning?

FREAKING. SNOW.

So, continue to read if you would like to see how I have not made my peace with winter.

 I was in Michigan this past weekend. My dad told a few people that he had "made his peace with winter because it's the facts and we might as well find something to do like ski or jump off a cliff".

okay so maybe that last part about the cliff wasn't what he actually said, but it was what I was thinking and that's almost the same thing. I, for one, have not made my peace with winter. I'm too young for that. Not that I'm calling my dad old, but he's lived here longer than I have and quite frankly I'm hankering for sand between my toes or maybe just some good ol sunshine.

And you know what, I'm not the only one who has these feelings. Let's see what I saw this morning on Pinterest, shall we? (note there are some crude words coming ahead.)

So there you have it.

Don't get me wrong, I do like snow. It's beautiful, the first few snowfalls of the winter. But you see, this isn't winter. This is April. April 10th, to be exact. And I am being told that we are getting 8 inches tonight.

Wisconsin, why do you torture me. I'm ready to break out the shorts and flip flops and sunburns and freckled noses and not having to struggle with my ancient Toyota Corolla through mountains of snow over slush over ice. We want the gross mud that's underneath all that please.

And now, to conclude, here is a portion of a poem I wrote at the beginning of winter* that is still relevant.

* note that I said the beginning of winter. beginning.

'When I think of snow
I think of death
like jumping off a bridge
while overdosing on meth.
When I think of winters
I'm reminded of ice splinters
chopping me in half
as they fufill their wrath.
When I think of blizzards
I daydream of Dairy Queen
which is only open in the summer
and that just makes me want to scream....'