F You, Winter
Really, I'm so done with this. The sudden snow storms that leave me slogging through two inches of snow to get to a bus stop only to wait for a bus that doesn't come. The not being able to feel my feet when a bus finally does arrive. The ridiculous winds that almost knock me over into large piles of slush on 42nd Street. It's March; I don't want to deal with it. In fact, I might just run away to Mexico.
Running away to Mexico
Hooray for cousins who decide to have tropical destination weddings involving beaches and small island resorts just outside of Puerto Vuerta. It's going to be quite the adventure. And warmer! Maybe I just won't come back on Monday. Sounds like a plan. Too bad I've forgotten all of my high school Spanish. That might be problematic long term.
Really, I'm so done with this. The sudden snow storms that leave me slogging through two inches of snow to get to a bus stop only to wait for a bus that doesn't come. The not being able to feel my feet when a bus finally does arrive. The ridiculous winds that almost knock me over into large piles of slush on 42nd Street. It's March; I don't want to deal with it. In fact, I might just run away to Mexico.
Running away to Mexico
Hooray for cousins who decide to have tropical destination weddings involving beaches and small island resorts just outside of Puerto Vuerta. It's going to be quite the adventure. And warmer! Maybe I just won't come back on Monday. Sounds like a plan. Too bad I've forgotten all of my high school Spanish. That might be problematic long term.
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