Cold Weather

Every morning I look out the window to judge what what I should wear for the day. Oftentimes the weather looks promising, and oftentimes I am wrong. I can't help it that when I trudging through the snow in the mid-afternoon in nothing more than a tee-shirt and jeans I curse nature for her little games.

It was only a few weeks back that I saw a glimmer of hope on the horizon. I put my faith in a little rodent and it failed me. Our beloved pest saw his shadow and hid deep in his hole. He lays there cozy for six more weeks while the rest of us try to brave out the remains of the winter. Upon hearing the results of his prediction, I grabbed my wrist-rocket and I asked, "Can anyone kindly point the way to Punxsutawney?" Time, money, and threat of a guilty conscience kept me from making the trip,but this is certain, I will be watching Phil closely this coming year, and I am saving my money just in case.

Early Mornings.

Trying their best to hide behind heavy lids, my eyes were pierced by the morning sun. The alarm reverberated incessantly growing louder with each buzz. For five minutes, until I could take the torture no more, I hit the snooze button. With a groan, I sat up, gave stink eye to the world, and smacked my lips together. "Oh God", I thought. The taste was unbearable. Though the sleep was definitely worth it, I could only imagine the sick and kinky things the sandman had done to me in the night after he had slipped me "some sand"- my mouth tasted like ass. For a second I felt cheap. I shook the thought out of my head and rushed to bathroom and brushed my teeth vigorously.