Winter Tantrum!

While standing in my PJs and robe, and drinking my morning coffee, I look out my kitchen window. My eyes do not believe the view. Is it possible that we have missed yet another snow storm here in Columbia.

I look outside my window again. Nope, no real measurable snow - just frozen stuff.

Its no secret I love big storms. Big snow storms. Big, big snow storms. And here we are in the middle January and we have only spit ... "frozen spit".

I am done with this!!

I put my coffee firmly down on the counter. I march purposefully across my kitchen floor. I open the slider door. Carefully I step across my frozen deck. I look up and raise my angry fist at the sky, saying all the four letter words that I know, ("snow" being one of them, of course) and then in a very loud ugly voice I scream:

"Frozen spit!

Really??

I am insulted!

Is that the best you have?

Can't give us a real storm!!

Totally pathetic.

D- in my book."

And then my neighbor opens his window and peeks out.

I freeze. Our eyes lock. My fist lowers slowly and becomes a wave. His eyes shift left and right, looking. My other hand pulls my robe closed. He closes his window.

I turn and step back to the house, but before I close the door, I raise my defiant fist once again to the cold gray sky.

Well, really, it was just one finger this time. I will let you pick which one. :-)