Thou Shalt Not...

covet snow.

Ever.

Because after years upon years of watching a mere inch or two of snowfall melt away before Christmas morning, never to return, we are now being blasted, in March.

This after being blasted in February. And in January, and in December.

I'm done. I'm so, so, so done with snow.

So, thank you God, for keeping meticulous count of my childhood prayers for snow... but you can disregard now. I'm all set.