The end of April can't come too soon

Vacation in the tropics...it's like that little carrot that's danglin in front of us jackasses.

It was 63 degrees here yesterday.

It actually thunderstormed last night...complete with lightning.

It rained like a cow pissin on a flat rock (wonder where that particularly colorful little saying came from, anyway?) this afternoon.

And it's supposed to snow later tonight and be down to EIGHT degrees by tomorrow night/Saturday morning.

Your current Heart of Illinois weather forecast brought to you courtesy of your local "Fat Chick With a Major Sunshine Jones".

I'm completely and totally fed up with Mother Nature teasing us with a beautiful, sparkling day that not only feels like spring, but smells like it as well, only to snatch it away again and give us...crap.

It's like you think you're gettin a big mouthful of whipped cream outa the can...and it turns out to be shaving cream instead. Not that I've ever done that.

I'm sooooo friggin ready for the Keys. (sigh)