A little of this:
I've lived in the Midwest all of my life. I can handle a little snow and ice. Carving into my car just to get at the gas tank door (as my sister and I did today, since I was nearing empty and I didn't have the presence of mind to fill up before the world turned into one big ice slick) is par for the course around here.
But damn it, it doesn't make me a wimp to wish for spring, and not these taunting little hints of it with two or three days of sunny 50+ degree weather. Mother Nature, it hurts when you tease me so.
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