Those were my exact words, gentle readers, when I looked out the window yesterday morning and saw the ground covered in snow. Snow! On November 8! I took it hard.
I know I live in the Frozen North. Snow comes every year whether I like it or not. But it's not supposed to be winter yet. No, no, no, no, no!
Apparently, snowy weather brings out my inner two-year-old. Fasten your seatbelts, my friends. If this keeps up, we're in for a bumpy NaBloPoMo.