Below is the (new) mantra I chant when I’m:
– trudging through knee-high snow on the way to/from school, to/from the post office, to/from almost everywhere
– feeling the sting of cold wind on my face
– scraping ice off of a frozen car
– using all my strength to pry open a car door that’s frozen shut
– squirting windshield washer fluid on the windshield for the 100th time
– changing my socks because I stepped in melted snow (I really hate that)
– cursing the snowplows for skipping my street and all surrounding sidewalks
– shovelling snow uphill onto the front lawn because there is nowhere left to put it
– listening to a forecast that predicts we’ll be getting rain on top of everything that’s accumulated so far
Ready for my mantra?
It’s “JAMAICA, JAMAICA, JAMAICA… ”
My ticket is officially booked.
Heh heh.
