Michigan Snow

A Little Poem to get your day going

       It's winter in  Michigan

       And the gentle breezes blow
       Seventy miles an hour
       At twenty-five below.
       Oh, how I love  Michigan

       When the snow's up to your butt
       You take a breath of winter
       And your nose gets frozen shut.
       Yes, the weather here is wonderful
       So I guess I'll hang around
       I could never leave  Michigan
       'Cause I'm frozen to the ground 

I found this poem in a forwarding message. I liked it so much I continued the forward by posting it here. Whoever thought of this is a freaking genius. How true this is. Right now the snow is all gone but the cold is still here. Once the cold is completely gone the next season will come, this one I have heard is called the construction season (though with budget cuts it most likely will resort to the 'S.O.L' season- no work and the ac blasted).

Ah, but I love my state of Michigan with it's temperamental weather. Really it's so desperate I don't see why companies just outsource here. The people need the jobs.

On that depressing note I would like to add that this is the state that I've lived and this is the state that I will stay... if I don't live in another country that is.