Party Pooper

They say if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all. Well, I don't believe in that. Look, in the middle of February, 60 degrees is pretty warm. But the first week of May, 60 degrees is cold. For those of you waiting for that momentous occasion when I'm not complaining about the weather ~ um, it happens about one week out of the year. It's either always raining, never raining, super hot, or freezing cold here. Not great options. And if our hockey team doesn't step it up next year and make the frigging playoffs, I'm moving. I hear Montana's nice. I'd love to meet a cowboy.I'm sure you ladies are smart and have figured out by now that...