I don’t know about you, but I’m so sick of winter and especially this crappy weather. Slush, ice, slush, ice, slush, ice - and then a bit more slush and ice.
And let’s not forget the grey weather. If I was ever going to make a Fifty Shades of Grey joke, this would be the time. But I’m not doing that, because I have self-control.
Had I the chance (i.e. money), I’d take the first flight to a tropical island and spend my days sipping mojitos by the pool.
Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to wait for spring to take its merry time to get here. I had my hopes up last week when the sun deemed to show itself for a couple of days. I took out my sunglasses and everything, just to have mother nature give me the finger the next day by sending more snow to this forsaken corner of the world. Silly me. Always so gullible.
For the time being, my coping mechanism is to combine the brightest pieces of my closet and dazzle people on the street. Minus the yellow trousers - that would be taking it too far. Though if this continues, I may have to resort to drastic measures.
~J~