Dear Weather,
Stop acting Britney Spears the day after she shaved her head. You are completely bi-polar. Yesterday, it was muggy and 78 degrees at my house. I was sweating. Today it is 36 degree and I am freezing my figurative balls off. That's a 42-degree difference, and for us people who live in the south Texas tropical climate, it is a hard change to swallow. That kind of change should be ratified by Congress, not just happen over a six-hour period while I'm sleeping. That's just nuts!
So be forewarned Weather, you are hereby official Put On Notice. Warm up to about 55 or 60 degrees, quit trying to snow (hail or sleet) and just stabilize yourself already. My sinuses can't handle another one of your mood swings. Get your shit together, Weather. As you, I'm spending Christmas in Virginia -- and while I have no preconceived notions of 78-degree December days up north -- I expect to keep things mild as possible here. So do what you need to do. Check into Promises, or the Betty, or where you go for personality disorders and get that shit straightened out. It's been cold for five hours and I'm over it.
Yours,
Momma Pug
PS The dogs wont go out. That's how cold it is. And they poop in the house enough, so come on, Weather. Throw me a bone and I'll never compare you to Britney Spears again.
Stop acting Britney Spears the day after she shaved her head. You are completely bi-polar. Yesterday, it was muggy and 78 degrees at my house. I was sweating. Today it is 36 degree and I am freezing my figurative balls off. That's a 42-degree difference, and for us people who live in the south Texas tropical climate, it is a hard change to swallow. That kind of change should be ratified by Congress, not just happen over a six-hour period while I'm sleeping. That's just nuts!
So be forewarned Weather, you are hereby official Put On Notice. Warm up to about 55 or 60 degrees, quit trying to snow (hail or sleet) and just stabilize yourself already. My sinuses can't handle another one of your mood swings. Get your shit together, Weather. As you, I'm spending Christmas in Virginia -- and while I have no preconceived notions of 78-degree December days up north -- I expect to keep things mild as possible here. So do what you need to do. Check into Promises, or the Betty, or where you go for personality disorders and get that shit straightened out. It's been cold for five hours and I'm over it.
Yours,
Momma Pug
PS The dogs wont go out. That's how cold it is. And they poop in the house enough, so come on, Weather. Throw me a bone and I'll never compare you to Britney Spears again.
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