I have never been more ready for spring. Usually, I try not to complain about the weather. What do I expect? I live in Saskatchewan where it's stupidly cold in the winter, freakishly hot in the summer, and spring and autumn are lovely and last 2 weeks each.
But this past month at work has sucked big time. I've had to sit and watch wonderful co-workers and dear friends get laid off, and every day I wonder anxiously when I'm next.
I'm SO ready for one of the coldest winters in 30 years to end. My whole body is aching for above 0 temperatures. I want to shrug off this parka and kick off these Sorels and run free in the muddy, flooded streets!
I want to gulp down too many pints of Grasshopper on the patio of my favourite watering hole!
I want to see the trees and shrubs blush green again!
I feel like a 3-year-old having a temper tantrum in the middle of the cereal aisle at the grocery store but I don't care. I'm on strike against the weather - who's in?
(Yes, I just wrote a whole post about the weather. So? If I was in an elevator with you, I'd ask if it was cold enough for you, too. Deal.)