"There are very few problems that can't be solved by going commando."

Dear Seattle,

I'm sorry you suffered the storm of the century. I talked to my parents yesterday and they told me they were stuck eating ramen noodles all week because they couldn't go out to buy food. In other words, they had to know what it's like to be me for a week.

I'm not sorry that an L.A. Times blogger - one who lives in Seattle, by the way - called the city out for its poor handling of the snow. Poor girl. She must miss the sun so much.

I'm sorry that many people mistook the tone of my previous blog post for anger. That wasn't my intent, and I wasn't angry. The intent of that post was to make fun of Art Thiel for writing a dissertation about Seattle's topography, climate, and the type of snow it receives in response to Kim Murphy's article, which was about preparedness. To avoid confusion, I went back and punctuated my writing with emoticons in order to make it painfully obvious that I was having fun at Art Thiel's expense.

I'm not sorry for writing that post. It was a hoot. I was laughing the whole time. And I don't care if I was the only one.

I'm sorry for calling you guys babies. What I really meant to say was "big fat crying babies."

I'm not sorry for thinking you guys are big fat crying babies. It's true.

Sincerely,

Reeny