how rude

i hate winter with every corpuscle in my body. no one – with the possible exception of my friend, julie – hates it more. i cope by doing the polar fleece/long underwear/hot cocoa/complaining thing.

but here's what i do not do: i do not park in the mobility-impaired spaces when i pick my kid up from preschool.

perhaps there's been some dispensation regarding the big, red-lettered don't park here, and yes, this means you, jackass sign that i don't know about. perhaps some mommies justify to themselves that, "i'll just be here a minute." perhaps they consider minus 11 temperatures an impairment (i know i do).

whatever. it's wrong because: a) there are real mobility-impaired folks coming in and out of preschool who need the spots; b) it sends a crummy message to kids; and c) it's rude.

oh, and d) it makes me crabby.

too harsh?

i really, really need it to get warmer.