Dear Snow,
It’s barely November. I really wasn’t expecting you for another month or so. It’s not that I don’t like you. We’ve had lots of good times together, skivvy sledding, tubing, snow-fort-building. It’s just that…well, I wasn’t prepared for your visit. You haven’t been to my house since I lived in Indiana. It’s been nice seeing you when I go home for Christmas, and I was excited to hear you’d be visiting me personally this year. But I really think you’ll be much happier if you go back to the North Pole and come back for Christmas.
I know Sandy got your panties in a twist and you just had to drop your baggage on us up here. But that’s really not polite. Today you made Practically Canada feel more like “Practically Christmas.” And, honestly…I’m not ready to listen to Bing Crosby croon “White Christmas” before I’ve had a chance to eat turkey and obscene amounts of pie.
You really inconvenienced me today at work. I went to teach my Jerry Class {senior fitness} this morning, and only one of my ladies showed up. We only worked for 30 minutes before you came barging in and sent her home too. I need you to respect my need to see other people. I’m not okay with you trapping me inside with only the cat for company. But you wouldn’t stop by forcing me to come home early from work and promise not to go out. You just had to go and cause the city to call for a travel emergency. Now I’m really stuck here.
The least you could have done was not be so slippery. I snapped a photo of an accident I saw on my one mile journey home from the gym. Look at the fuss you are causing. It’s just not safe for you to be here yet.
I took another photo looking out my window. I know you like to see the houses you cover. But just know that that stop sign in the photo is not an accident or happy coincidence. It’s a message. Please stop. Stop falling. {Preferably now.} Stop causing people to freak out and drive like they’ve never seen a wheel before. Come back around Christmas. You can stay through the end of January if you really want. I don’t mean to be rude, but I think it’s for the best.
XOXO
Amy
