Dear Winter Storm,

Dear Winter Storm,

When we met last Thursday, I just knew you would be trouble.  We first encountered one another when you showed up unexpected in Kansas City, MO.  You made a simple 2 hour drive from Kansas City to Columbia a hellish three plus hour experience, and you delayed the arrival of not one, not two, but five of my friends for a fun-filled weekend.  To top it all off, you stranded Mary Kate in Indianapolis and prevented her from getting to Kansas City at all.  I was not fond of you then, Winter Storm, and I was glad to leave you behind in Kansas City on Monday afternoon.

But it seems you hadn't had quite enough of me yet.  You tagged along to Chicago, where we met again a few miles from Midway airport.  You decided not to let my plane land, and presumably laughed as I spent an unplanned night in Chicago and arrived home a full 12 hours later than planned and rushed to get to work late.  Winter Storm, I had certainly had enough of you then.

But it seems you hadn't yet had enough of me.  You decided to join me today for the entirety of my drive from Winston-Salem, NC, to Round Hill, VA.  Now, Winter Storm, you know that I hate driving with you.  I'm starting to think you are doing these things solely to annoy me.

Winter Storm, I am not fond of you, and I think it's time we parted paths.  Of course, now that you've plunked yourself down in northern VA and have taken it upon you to dump snow all over my yard, the least you can do is graciously stick around for the evening and make sure school is closed tomorrow.  You've put me through quite a bit in the past week and a half, and I think you owe me that much.  And let's face it, Winter Storm, the only way I really enjoy your company is when you arrive bearing the gift of a free day off work.

Sincerely,
Mary Beth