Okay, in many places, the locals say, “Don’t like the weather? Wait a minute.” 

Michigan is one of those places.  And while it may take more than a minute, let me tell you, Michigan weather has no problem turning on a dime and biting you on the ass.

Yesterday, February 27^th, the temperature got up to 75 degrees.

75 degrees in February, in Michigan.

WT serious F?

But nobody was complaining.  It was gorgeous.  Warm sun with a refreshing cool breeze.  Perfection.

Everyone put away their winter coats and went out with light jackets or sweaters. 

Fast forward to today.  Midnight, to be exact, when thunderstorms rolled in from the Southwest.  I went to bed with the rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning.  (Something I find very soothing.)

And when I stuck my nose outside this morning, it was in the mid-20s.  Along with A LOT of very cold wind.  By the time we left swimming?  There was snow flying!  SNOW!  (Okay, nothing was sticking, but it was fucking snow.)  And when I got (or tried to get) into my car – the fucking door was frozen shut! 

And I still refused to bring out my winter coat and I tried to get by with a heavy top (with long sleeves and hood) and a scarf – and thus froze my more than ample tuchus off (along with some other less interesting parts of my fat old body – if you find my nose, please return it). 

Way to be a Spring tease Michigan.