Dear Mr Winter,

You bastard. I thought we had an understanding. But seriously???? -16 degrees this morning? Not to mention with windchill it was -30.

So ya. My commute sucked balls. And yes. Mr Pickles ALMOST didn't even start this morning. He sputtered to a halt three times before finally staying on. And yes. My frostbitten toes are absolutely over you and this relationship.

It's not me. It's you.

Sincerely,
Montastic