My bus was late today because of my big fat bus driver who has to drive slow because his belly inhibits the turning of the steering wheel.
I put away my gloves when I put away the shovel and salt in a decidedly stupid display of weather optimism back when it was at least 60 degrees every day.
I refuse to dig them out again in April, so this morning, my fingers are cute little popsicles.
I wore my hair back today so my wind-whipped ears are cute little ice cubes.
If it snows and accumulates, don’t walk on my sidewalk unless you want to slip and break your neck because the shovel is NOT being dug out and the only salt I’m touching is that which will enhance the flavor of my food.