Dear Mother Nature,
Apparently, no one gave you a calendar for Christmas this year. It's the only way to explain why the HELL it was 57 here yesterday. FIFTY-FREAKIN-SEVEN. I see that you are not aware that yesterday was January 6. As a matter of fact, it's been in the 50s here for almost a week. Again, it's January, NOT April. WAKE UP, LADY!!!
Now, in all fairness, not everyone here minds the 50s in January. Most of the people I saw out and about yesterday were walking around with big smiles and without coats. Naturally, there were even some running around in shorts and flip-flops. Despite the fact that you also chose to make it incredibly sunny everyday for the past week, I surprisingly didn't see anyone trying to tan, but that's probably because I didn't look hard enough.
Now, the folks down in Florida, who SHOULD have been tanning were dealing with 20s this week. What the hell is wrong with you?! Are you PMSing this week?
Let me guess - you're gonna send them our snow, too, right? I've given up on waiting for it around here. Thanks for NOT giving us a White Christmas. Nice goin', beeoch! You can keep it now. For some reason, I think you're saving it all up to dump on us all at once like you did last year. Should we be bracing for The Blizzard 2012? (Well, ok, truthfully, I wouldn't mind a few snow days like we had last year, but still. I'm fairly certain I'm in the minority on that one.)
OK, Missy, you are officially on notice. I want winter, and I want it now! Get off your lazy butt and get to work. And, please, ignore the rest of the people here who keep singing your praises and talking about how awesome this winter has been so far. They're idiots.
Sweating in ChiTown
Thank you so much to all my Bloggy Buddies who left comments and have been emailing me and asking about my daddy. I can't tell you how much your caring/concern/support/prayers mean to me. My Bloggy Buddies rock!!
I'm sorry I haven't really been back to update, and I didn't mean to leave you hanging. For now, Daddy seems to be fine. In the windup, they now think it wasn't a mini-stroke after all, but rather a bizarre incident related to his diabetes. They've taken him off his medication for now, but told him he may end up having to give himself insulin injections in the future. He's not thrilled about that. I think if it comes down to it, he'll have to get the pump, which would be the best thing for him. He is SO bad about monitoring his blood sugar levels, and he doesn't always watch his diet the way he should. The pump would monitor things for him, and dispense the proper amount of insulin when needed. He's already complaining because he has to check his blood sugar level several times a day now. We were lucky if he did a couple times a month! Argh! What are we going to do with him?
The weather here really has been nice. I'm going to try and make the most of my last weekend of Christmas break, before getting back to the grind on Monday. I wonder who I could convince to go to the zoo with me? Anyone? Anyone? Poop....
I think I'm going to try and get some quality kissy time with this little darling instead.