Mustang Sally

Dear Mother Nature,

I know you are fully engaged wreaking havoc across the globe, but I thought I'd send a friendly little request to cease and desist. Surely, you need a few days off from all this hurricane-spinning, blizzard-wielding, tornado-whirling, abnormally-warm activity. Let's look at today, here in DC it's 70° F (21° C), whilst a blizzard races through the Midwest freezing and covering everything in its path. Just last week we had sub-arctic temperatures which required layering and hot seasonal beverages. No one here is really against change, really, our emergency supply kit now contains: plywood, battery operated radio, snow shovels, and suntan lotion. I'm willing to say earthlings are disenchanted with all of this unpredictability. I'm not asking for a white Christmas, but I'd like a little consistency, I want to put away my summer cloths.

Truly yours,

The Gesticulator

Friday

I found more cookie dough in my cell phone today. Note: it has been three weeks since the cellular equipment and the tollhouse batter met. Personally, I like the smell of chocolate chips and vanilla. In my ear.

Squirrels bark. No really, they do.

Cheerios taste like popcorn and milk. I don’t like that.