I think we've gotten our hopes too high. We think that when it turns to March the sun should come out, melt all the ice, and give us some beach weather. But last night when Eric and I stepped outside, snow flakes and a wintry gust met us smack in the face.
"Mother Nature is a cold-hearted b--ch." Eric exclaimed. "And if she were here, I'd say it to her face." After I got done laughing so hard that I almost burst my healthy appendix, we walked to the park and played ball with Max until our faces froze.
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