This morning I screamed.
Loudly.
Not in fear.
Not in anger.
I screamed in disgust.
Last night my husband told me there was a chance the rain would turn to snow.
I told him he would know if it did, because he would hear me scream.
This morning I screamed.
Loudly.
Not once.
Not twice.
Not three times.
I screamed four times.
My husband told me that was a lovely way to wake up (sarcastically).
I told him he had been warned.
This morning I screamed.
Loudly.
Then I put on my long underwear.
And I put on my wool socks.
And I went to church.
Happy May Day.
2 comments:
UGH...I don't blame you. I'd be screaming too if we had snow in May!!!
Yuck! Last week my DH said, "Don't look outside." It was only a flurry, but still April; I would have screamed too had it been May. We have NEVER experienced snow here before in April. And this year we had the coldest April on record. Bleh! I hope it warms up your way very SOON!
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