I kid you not, Mother Nature is sloshed.
Well sloshed. Old girl is three sheets to the wind.
You're drunk, sweetie. Go back to bed for a bit.
We're supposed to be having spring here in North America.
So, um...could you lay off with the snow and ice?
We gave you SIX effing months to make with the winter wonderland shize, and you didn't even pony up for Christmas/Yule.
It's too late now, sister.
Keep that shize in the closet until November, please.
Also, the Kidlet has supplied me with yet another GREAT idea for my clutizest of characters, Adrien from the Rescue Twinks. Heh.
I'll dish on that some more later in the week.
For now, I'm off to the cave to edit/revise/and write, oh my!
Here's a little Nina Simone, to get me in the mood.