Dear Blizzard of 2010,We did what you wanted. We panicked, we stocked up on food, we stayed inside for days. Our cars are covered in salt and our backyard is so deep in snow that our kids can't even enjoy it. Our gutters are sagging under the weight of all the ice and snow on the roof. You ruined the tree in our front yard and you've killed all of our bushes. Your 25-mile-an-hour winds put a halt on the building of our snow fort, and filled it back up again so that we have to start over.
And it's still snowing. It ceases to be fun when you have to watch your husband climb an eight foot ladder and rake snow off the roof with a 17 foot roof rake.
We surrender, Blizzard of 2010. You win. You're welcome to stop any time now.
Sincerely,
The family of fish
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