Burghers, I would make out with that nasty groundhog and even throw in some tongue action if it would bring Spring … right now. I’m selfless like that.
It is damn cold today.
And if standing outside waiting for my bus while my cute little ears burned like hell wasn’t bad enough, a woman standing near me was feeding the pigeons Cheetos and proceeded to toss a handful of Cheetos at my feet. At. My. Feet.
Are you kidding me?
I grabbed my shitiful camera phone to prove I’m not lying that this kind of pigeon-related crap happens to me.
As the pigeons entered my personal body space (you’re looking at the tail of a too damn close pigeon that is nearly pecking my boots), I thought, clearly, this woman who has thrown Cheetos about the feet of PittGirl wants me to kick her ass.
But I didn’t. I was too cold.
Spring? Yes, please.