Okay.  We moved to Michigan in June. 

Looking forward to all the changes of the seasons and all that it entails.

I wanted a photo of our lovely home with lots of snow for our Christmas card.

The week before Thanksgiving, we had snow.  Enough snow to cover everything.  It was lovely. 

Guess who didn’t take her fat old lady ass outside to get a photo of it?

Yeah.  Me. 

As my Grandma used to say, “Sometimes I get so mad at myself I could bite myself in the ass.”

(My Grandma was a very wise woman.)

That snow melted. 

But surely, there would be more opportunities to get my coveted photo?

Yeah.  No.

Now, we’re a week and a half into December.  I need to get our Christmas cards designed, printed, crammed into envelopes, sealed, addressed, and stamped. 

And still no snow. 

Fuck.

Okay.  New concept for the cards.  Print them, do the holiday letter, cram everything into around 150 envelopes, address, seal and stamp all of them, and put them in a bag to take to the post office for mailing. 

I finish everything on Saturday night.

Guess what we woke up to Sunday morning? 

If you guessed a bunch of fucking snow, you got it in one. And it was gorgeous.

FUCK.

There is no way I’m starting over with the cards.  Those of you for whom I have addresses will get the snowless cards and you l just have to live with it.

I have to live with it.  So can you too.

And a merry fucking Christmas to you too Mother Nature.