Grump.

Petty, stupid winter. Right when we think we are going to have a long, slow, deliciously warm descent into springtime, snow magically appears, sucking the color out of life. I love me some snow but after the most boring winter followed by three attempted snowstorms I am ready for the short-sleeves to come out. Oh, but I'll show you, faceless season. Just you wait. Pretty soon I'll be bitching about how hot Metrobus is and you shall languish in the corner forgotten and unloved.