spring means not having to wear mittens, or a hat, or having to start your car 10 minutes prior to departure. this is not spring.
all you bastards in colorado, (you know who you are) quit torturing me with weather reports. quit bragging about raking out your flower beds and wearing sandals. stop trying to make me feel bad about leaving every fantastic thing in colorado.
you dont get to ski until 8:30 pm with your sunglasses on, with foot warmers and hand warmers. you dont get to wear long johns under your professional attire while at work. you dont get to put your kid to bed with the sun high in the sky.