Summer's Over

Well...

...that seemed quick.

Yet we had a really nice September, didn't we?

Yet I can't help but be sad, living in Buffalo, at this time of the year.

Autumn is nice. My birthday is coming up. It should still be safe to walk around town without a 40-pound coat for at least another month.

But it's coming, bitches!

"Remember when we had ten feet of snow?" Sam asked the other day. "I hope that happens again."

I thought back to those days last November.

How aggravated I was being stuck in the house.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"It wasn't that bad," Sam answered.

We couldn't get the dogs outside.

The cars were buried.

I walked a mile and a half for tobacco products and salt and vinegar chips.

"It was horrendous," I said.

"Think about it," Sam said on a beautiful September morning, "That could happen again in about 50 days. Two weeks off of school. Sleeping late."

So, I guess it's all about your perspective on such a situation.

Sam wants it desperately and the cranky old dog wants the sun to keep shining.

"Imagine if it didn't snow all year," I said. "We can keep working around the yard. The construction jobs will go full blast all year long. You can shoot hoops all winter long."

"I'd rather get snowed in," Sam said.

"They are predicting that this winter will be worse," my beautiful wife chimed in.

"Who's they?" I asked.

"Farmer's Almanac," she answered.

It seems that I hear that same crap every single year.

Colder!

More Snow!!

Lasting Longer than ever!!!


"That'll be so cool," Sam said.

Yeah.

Cool.

It's coming, bitches!!!!

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