I'm officially sick of winter. Sick. Of. Winter.
We're in the midst of getting another seven to twelve inches of snow, the roads are terrible, visibility is less than half a mile and it's cold out. I'm done with winter.
I shoveled some snow and am really paying for it. I wish this stupid costochondritis would just go away. I'm sick of it, too. I shouldn't complain too much, though, because it could be pe again...
So, ok, I'm sick of winter. Seriously.
3 comments:
I'm with you. I was sick of winter the minute it dropped below 70, and it wasn't even close to winter yet. This Reynauds stuff has got to go.
You could always send it to me. We haven't had a decent snow in NYC in 5 years. We'd like some, thank you.
Me, too. Wanna go halves on a condo in Tampa?
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