Mother Nature is Shylocking Spring.

The Business of Life is sick of winter… where the HELL is Spring?

I about to go all postal on Spring.

In fact, I’m starting to see Spring as holding out.  Making me pay.  Like a shylock.  Like John Travolta’s character, Chili Palmer in “Get Shorty”.

One day the crocuses arrive. HOORAY!

Then a week of bitter cold and wind.

A day of 60+ F weather.  YAY!

And 2 and half weeks of ambivalent snow flurries, sleet and rain….

WTF?

By now I’m sure Mother Nature wants a pound of flesh, which I have plenty (ready to negotiate when you are Madame Nature!)  Just. Make. It. Stop.

I know, I know.  The wimpy California girl in the Northeast can’t hack it, but I lived about half my life out here and this seems an especially tough winter by even the hardy native standards.

So take the pound(s) of flesh, preferably off my backside, if this will make it stop.

Seems fair trade – I’d look better in the bikini at least.

Oh and because I loved it so- here’s the Trailer for “Get Shorty”.

Got to rent that again….