Listen here, you whiners – I’ve had it up to my mountains with all of your complaining about winter. You say you “hate the snow.” You “can’t feel your toes.” You “froze your tongue to the light pole.” (At least, I think that’s what you said. Couldn’t really tell with your tongue all swollen.) Well I, Mother Nature, am here to straighten a few things out. I’m tired of fielding calls from Child Protection Services just because you sprained your tailbone after slipping on some black ice or because my latest storm made it impossible for anyone to come to…
Author: Bianca Cockrell
Bianca Cockrell
Bianca Cockrell is a writer born, raised, and currently living in Los Angeles whose psyche has been permanently scarred by the one snowy winter she spent in D.C. Find more of her work here.