I want to swallow a gnat.

At first, we ran. We played. We threw snowballs.

Now I want to swallow a gnat.

I want to wear bermuda shorts.

I want to play golf and get sunburned.

I want mosquito bites, melting macadam, and poison ivy.

Heck, I’ll even welcome a tick.

The good news is: I won the bet for how much snow we’d get this winter.

The bad news is:  I won the bet for how much snow we’d get this winter.

I’ve spent the past three months at my desk, writing while it snows.

I’ve got a wicked case of carpel tunnel syndrome and very poor posture.

If I don’t get outside soon, I will turn into a hunch-backed, brittle crone.

** PLEASE DO ALL YOU CAN TO CAUSE GLOBAL WARMING. **

Thank you.

Love,

Lynn