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January 8, 2007

Dear Santa Ana Winds,

Go away. I do not like you. It is currently 88 degrees in my home and you are creating very unpleasant pressure sensations in my sinuses.

I trust that you will take this note in the spirit it is meant: GO AWAY. I mean it.


Posted by bonnie at January 8, 2007 3:13 PM


OMG! I pick up the chant...

Seriously. I can barely stare at the screen long enough before I start sneezing and the watery eyes makes me reach for the tissues.


Posted by: Jonathan at January 8, 2007 5:09 PM


Posted by: Tracy at January 8, 2007 6:50 PM

I hear that sista sledge! Go away mean icky winds,GO AWAY!

Posted by: Mary Carlisle at January 9, 2007 8:35 AM

Can you take my winds and drizzle away too? It's OK when I'm in doors, it's the nearly being blown away as I walk home that I have a problem with...

Posted by: Helen at January 9, 2007 11:01 AM