Snow Is Fun

Well, snow isn't really all that fun at all. I mean, it was snowing this morning and now I've got to get home through the sleet and the slush. What do you mean it isn't snowing?! I'm looking right out the window! It's totally coming down like there's no tomorrow! It's not like I planned for this to happen. I tried to stop it from snowing. I called up the weather center, and I was all, "You need to stop snowing. You need to call up the president, and tell him to turn off the snow machine in Texas."

But they ignored my complaint, and now it's snowing cats and dogs. Scratch that. It rains cats and dogs. What does it snow? Goats? The problem I've seen with the weather is that what with global warming, nobody has time to just sit down and relax. Always running back and forth, never stopping to spray paint their mailboxes. And let me tell you, a mailbox won't paint itself. If it could, that would be awesome. But seriously, when a mailbox goes for years without being painted, it really starts to fade and look terrible. I've got this mailbox on my street that I seriously hate.

I saw it the other day, through the blizzard. It's Edmonde's mailbox, don't you know. A spitting image of an airplane, it stays motionless, staring up at each passerby with a cold, dead stare that is so common to airplane mailboxes. I really dislike being accosted by a mailbox in the shape of an airplane. It said some very hurtful things to me. Yes, I know how crazy that sounds. But I have a rare gift, the Gift of Gist, and I can hear the political opinions of mailboxes. And this one was no exception. It was ranting off on a tangent about how the flat tax pays for highways. I have no idea. I just got away from that accursed borough as fast as my locomotive system would propel me.