Does it have to snow? Why? Why?! I sit in my little house, planning my epic garden, sure to impress the neighbours and their wealthy nephews, leading to riches and vacations in the British Virgin Islands and regular spa treatments...and it snows.
How the hell am I supposed to launch my elaborate rich-husband-snagging plan if I can't be out in the yard, lookin' all cute and such, with my garden hat and dirt on my adorable nose?!
Bah. I guess I'll just stay inside and sing to my houseplants, and act really suave when the people who live downstairs catch me at it again.