I would like to formally request about a week of mid-July weather right about now. This zero degree plus wind chill on top of 6 inches of snow is not even for the birds. They are smart enough to fly to St. George or Guatemala for the winter. I should have gone with them.
What really kills me in this wintery week is that I have California friends who are complaining because it was 50-something degrees yesterday. You've all gone soft in the granola, fruit 'n nuts, seaside paradise you call home. Puh-leese. I don't want to hear any of your whining. I am a California girl at heart, but I have had to toughen up to deal with the high basin winters.
Too bad those international dolts meeting this week in Copenhagen to discuss Global Warming didn't hold their meeting in Salt Lake City instead. They could have enjoyed some great skiing while they avoided their meeting, for obvious reasons.
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