You know, I really do enjoy that first brisk morning of the season. The air is cool, there’s a little frost on the ground, and it’s a sign that winter’s coming. Then there was the ski trip in December. Then Christmas. Well, my birthday is at the end of January, so whatever. But now, after several snows, I’m done with winter.

I know we don’t get the snow that most places do, but they also don’t drive Mustangs or convertible Mustangs at that. I’m over it.

Bring on the summer. Bring on cook outs. Bring on sun tans. Bring on shorts and flip flops. Bring on girls in bikinis, boats, the beach, and LONG days of sunlight. Bring on being able to go to a bar and sit on a patio. Bring on bar hopping with no jacket or numb feet.

BRING IT ON. Mother Nature, I know we haven’t always gotten along in the past, but really. And this groundhog crap… of course he’s going to see his shadow at 8am. Who doesn’t? We need to wake that little bastard up at 3am for a change.