Poo on the heads of the weatherfolk who’ve been warning us of snow for the past week but have yet to show us any of the white stuff.
And poo on the heads of those who have the white stuff but ain’t sharing.
It’s no fair.
And a big ol poo on the heads of those who keep saying that they don’t want snow and double poo on them for being the ones who talk about snow more than anyone else.
Snow is pretty.
Snow is different.
Enough snow could buy me a day off work.
I want snow, not poo.