My wife is to blame for the snow that fell last night and this morning. She loves snow; can't get enough of it. If she were President of the World, the atmosphere would be covered in cheap plastic, thereby turning the planet into a snowglobe.
Last Winter, her first in Kansas City, was mild, and nearly snow-free. It made her pine for the snowbound seasons of her Iowa youth. Her husband is allergic to pain, and boycotted any return to the Frozen Freakin' Hawkeye State, because, whereas gay marriage is recognized there, the recreational use of morphine to combat frostbite is not.
And so, she prayed for snow and cold weather here this Winter. And, as she is a good and pious woman, who has suffered mightily during her time in this not-so-severe land, the Lord heard her cries. Amy, to paraphrase Richard Pryor, is tight with God. And, since her husband is a godless proponent of Big Government, his pleas for deliverance from the icy tempest were ignored. Perhaps he should seek redress from Barack the Almighty.
Well, she got her old-fashioned, cold, snowy Winter, which has now rolled over into Spring. I can only hope she does not begin to negotiate with The Almighty over a White Fourth of July.
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