Mother Nature is Making Me Wicked
She's a temperamental woman, that Mother Nature. She has a way of bringing out the worst in me. There are seven deadly sins, and I'm pretty sure, this winter, she's helped me cover them all. Envy - oh, she makes me envious. I look on at neighbors who own snowblowers, and I feel a need to push a gas-powered-snow-sucking-then-shooting machine. I would dance in the mini snowstorm it created. I would clear my driveway and those of all my neighbors. I would make a snow-maze for the kids to get lost in. I would dance down the street blowing snow all the way. I also covet those with snow-worthy vehicles. As I trudge down the slick roads in my Escort that is almost old enough to drink, I long to have a car that is youthful and capable and that doesn't limp around on a donut. I almost wish I could slide off into a snowbank. Leave it there till spring. Maybe it would grow into a minivan. Gluttony - Ever heard of stress eating? Ever driven on snow-pa...