I Miss Grass
Mother Nature's psychotic grudge against me has this year taken the form of The Winter That Would Not End. It's thought of ending, sure, and maybe it's sunny now, but don't think it's over. I expect any day now to wake up to yet another foot of snow, and the road to work slicker than bat snot.
Oh, she thinks she's clever, but I'm on to her!
edit: Aha! Who called it?