I know that I say this every year, but this year I really mean it: enough, winter.  Enough.  Give it a rest.

Snow?  TWICE in the last week of March?  It’s just unnecessary.  I don’t need Spring, even, just lay off the sloppy frozen stuff.  I would like to send my pants to the dry cleaners to clean the speckles of salt on their cuffs off once and for all, and until you get this mess under control, I can’t.