Why do I fall for it every time? False Spring. It gets to be a couple degrees above zero and I'm ready to break out the shorts. As soon as the sun goes down... pooor, unsuspecting, dumb-ass me is out freezing his ass off.
Stupid mother nature. Why does she torment me so? Why does she pick on the gullible?
Didn't the groundhogs promise us an early spring? Last time I listen to rodents when it comes to weather forecasting.