Day Forty One......Not feeling it

Dear Mr. Snow, I feel you are trying to take advantage of my affections. I have loved you all winter long, never once complained as you blanketed us, in fact I have praised you and defended you. Telling people it was your right to be here. Now you're just being an over stayer, it's time dear to pack it up. It is spring. Time for grass, flowers and pretty color.  I will wait for you and be one of your biggest fans come November. Now go before this gets awkward.

Poor chairs, I promise warm is coming and we will sit our fannies in you often.