Dear Winter,

While I enjoy the snow and we have fun playing in it, I'm over you.  I'm tired of being cold all the time.  I'm tired of the grey skies.  I'm ready to start playing in the dirt again.  I'm ready to see green grass and bright flowers again.  I mean really, must you be only 13 degrees on Friday?  I have to go out first thing in the morning when it will be likely 0 degrees out to take Connor to his endocrynologist.  I would much more prefer it to be warmer.   Let's get the rest of your snowing done and bring on in Spring.   Are you listening Mr. Groundhog?

Yours, 

Busy Bee