So you read my last post did you? And you got a little annoyed with how I complained about your weather? So you plotted against me. First you started by not plowing my street (or surrounding streets) after the last, tiny snow storm on Tuesday. The one that blanketed the city in 2.5 to 3 inches, give or take. You just left it there. It has now been pushed and span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"smushed/span by cars amp; trucks and will now not come off the street until June. Until then it will remain large, icy clods of lawsuits waiting to happen. divbr //divdivAnd then. /divdivbr //divdivThen. /divdivbr //divdivThen you planned a storm that is going to dump approximately 9 to 12 inches on the metro area. /divdivbr //divdivI'd flip you the bird except isn't lady like. So instead I'm going with what my Grandmother taught me. Ahem..... /divdivbr //divdivChicago, you are nothing but tacky tacky. You probably put dark meat in your chicken salad amp; wear white after Labor Day. Mayor Daley, I'm going to assume you use Miracle Whip amp; drink Pepsi products. And Chicago, you tacky little Yankee* you, I span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"know /spanyou don't have real silver. You can fake your pearls, your hair color and your bosom, but darling you can never fake your silver. It just span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"isn't done. /span/divdivbr //divdivAnd on that note I'm giving up and drinking sweet tea year round, just to spite you and your stupid 12 inches of snow. /divdivbr //divdiv*The term "Yankee" is being used as a word for Whiskey Tango if you know what I mean. It it no way insinuates I think that slavery is was or ever will be acceptable practice. It is just a phrase, heavily used in my household, to discuss things above the Mason Dixon line with disdain. /divdivbr //divdiv(Also Chicago, don't tell anyone, but secretly I love you. We are just having a lovers quarrel.) /divdivbr //divdivLove, /divdivbr //divdivDaisy /div