Friday, February 12, 2010

dreaming

of


{beautiful Colorado in Summer}

Instead, I woke up to this



{Cold Lubbock in Winter}

Dear Summer,
Please hurry.  My bones are achy, my hands are dry n cracked from scraping ice, and my electric bill would like a break.  Plus, I desperately need a snow cone...and...my flip flops are lonely. 
Miss you,
♥ michelle


Dear Spring,
Please bring pretty flowers and green grass to dreary Lubbock ASAP.  We West Texans are suffering from the dreaded LOAPA disorder.  [Lack-of-anything-pretty-around].  K?  
Thanks,
♥ michelle
P.S. How 'bout you leave the wind that normally accompanies you with your evil stepbrother, Winter. mmm k?  thanks very much!  

1 comment:

  1. Dear Winter,

    My husband is tired of me sleeping every night with Vaseline slathered all over my hands, sock gloves over them.

    Please go away. Please.

    Signed,
    Cracked Hands in Missouri

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