Hate Mail

Yes, yes. I am sending hate mail (to Mr. Weather that is) for being so dreadful. Yesterday was so icky!

Here it goes:

Dear Mr. Weather,

I suppose you think it is very witty of you to procure such horrid weather so close to November. We should be enjoying crisp fall days, but you have us sweating. I mean really, 90 degrees? And in late October! We’re supposed to be curling up in blankets, but instead we have our fans on. I know, you just want us to pay more money to the electric companies. They bribed you didn’t they? Admit it. You sicken me. How much are you getting? Are you happy that you are ruining the joy of fall-time? Can your money ease the guilt you will carry for the rest of your life? Huh buddy? What do you have to say for yourself now? Badly done, badly done. You are a vile man and I hate you.

Yours truly,

Mrs. Jennifer Blair