Dear Mother Nature,

Are you kidding me with this forecast?

I’ve seen predictions that you could dump anywhere from 4-12 inches on us tomorrow.  And then you are going to send the wind and blow it all around and really muck things up.

Please don’t.  Please wait until Wednesday.  Or next Tuesday.  Or never.

Because I’ve got tickets to a concert tomorrow.

In Iowa City.

That’s 60 miles away.

Please let me go to this concert.  Please, please, please, please, please.

You really don’t want to see me cry.

Love,

Suzanne

Dear Everyone Who Lives in Places that are Warmer than Iowa Right Now:

The next person that tells me how lovely their weather is will totally get a snowball in the face. Truly.  We have enough snow on the ground now that I can make lots and lots of snowballs.

Love,

Suzanne