...of a white Easter.
Definitely not. Listen, I like snow in November, December, and January. When it gets to February, I tolerate it. In March, I'm annoyed but not surprised. Snow in April? After baseball season has started? Well, thems fightin' words right there...
The hardest part about all this is that Sunday was a beautiful, sunny, 67 degree day. Lisa and I spent all afternoon outside doing yardwork. I put together my new grill, and grilled the inaugural burgers. Lisa got gardening tips from our neighbor. We were 100% in spring mode.
And now this. Snow on April 7. I know it's happened before around these parts, but I'm blaming this one on Al Gore. What inconvenient truth are you hiding now, Albert?
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