I'M A WHINEY POO-HEAD

But this is the Willamette valley and this is half-past Februrary fer cry-sakes, and it is NOT supposed to snow! It's the Harlot's fault. She came into town yesterday and, from the superiority of her Toronton deep-freeze experience, she marveled at the mildness of our February and mocked what snow we have left. "I didn't know that snow could be referred to in the singular." Well you KNOW that's got to annoy the weather gods.

So, just to spite her, our local weather dieties grabbed Jack Frost and squeezed one last spurt of winter out of the poor litte barstid. And now the rest of us have to drive to work in this crap and it's ALL her fault. I think the Harlot owes everyone in the valley a profound apology and a pair of hand-knit socks! It's my idea, and I'm first in line.