Wherein I have a stern talk with Mother Nature…

Dearest Mother Nature,

I don’t know what has gotten into you recently, but why are you breaking my heart?  You give me perfect skating weather for a whole week, then, BAM!, hot again.  WTF?  And not only do you gotta be hotter than the freaking Sahara Desert, but you also have to have an affair with Mr. Thunderstorm.  Now, Mother Nature, I don’t know if you know anything about skating, but I will tell you that Hot is not good, because I don’t enjoy coming back from my lunch break all smelly, and Wet bodes ill for my board… Not to mention I’d personally rather be dry. 

Now, Mother Nature, I have company coming to skate with me tomorrow, so you’d better straighten up your act so that we will have a nice day for skating.  If you don’t, believe me, you will never hear the end of it.  I may well consider disowning you.

In conclusion, I do not like deserts and I do not like your affairs with Master Thunderstorm.  If you would like to avoid my wrath, I suggest you shape up.  Do you hear me?

Sincerely,

Notthegrrl