an (angry) open letter to "spring"

dear "spring,"

i put your name is "quotations" because you are no longer the spring i know and love.  you are a spring poser and i don't like it.  look spring, i don't know what the deal is.  you are i seriously used to bff.  you were all warm, sunny, with a light cool breeze all up in my face and i was looking all hot in my cute springy dresses, cardis, and wedge sandals.  to thank you for your generosity, i always spent as much time as is humanly possible soaking up your awesomeness.  i remember back in college, if i wasn't in class, i was either outside at soccer practice, studying on the lawn, or playing sand volleyball with friends.  we had a very symbiotic relationship, and it was good for a really long time.  but like all good things, they don't last forever.

this weekend, you really let me down.  like big time.  maybe you've forgotten what you did to my weekend; let me give you a visual reminder.  saturday a.m., instead of waking up to this:

{pretty flowers with blue skies and sunshine; and yes, i do expect a goat offering.}

i woke up to THIS:

{oh, and did i mention it was 34 degrees??!}

now how in the name of springtime goodness can you explain that?!  you could not have missed the mark further.  and for that, i am very disappointed in you.  and please spare me the excuses of el nino and "global warming;"  i hear that from al gore enough.  he's the guy who also invented the internet, remember??

please don't pull an apolo ohno and ignore my letter.  i don't like being ignored.  i hope we can resolve whatever rift you've created in our relationship because i have sundresses and new bikinis waiting to be worn.

waiting impatiently with love for 68-76 degree weather,

meredith