Dear Mother Nature,
I really do love you. You make my flowers bloom and my grass green. But sometimes, you can lay it on just a little too thick. You're giving us the 4th snowstorm in 10 days. Haven't you heard that it's called the "wet coast" out here? At the rate you're going, we'll have to rename ourselves the "white coast".
If I promise never to wish for a white Christmas, can you please turn off the snow?
PS. My patio furniture thanks you, too.