Explaining Minn-ee-sooo-tah

I don't get this winter stuff. One day there is 8 inches on snow on the ground, and a few days later it is raining. Mums almost fell down this morning when she stepped outside to check the weather. (Why she can't listen to the news like Pops does, I will never figure out!)

Mums says we live in Minn-ee-sooo-tah, as if that explains anything. Minn-ee-sooo-tah nice, Minn-ee-sooo-tah weather, Minn-ee-sooo-tah Vikings - she says they are all just a bunch of bull. Actually she said another word after bull, but if I said it she would wash my mouth out with soap.

Mums says she wants to pack up me and Pops and move to somewhere without winter and without a football team. Pops won't hear of living somewhere where there is no football. So I guess we are stuck here, one more year, with all this Minn-ee-sooo-tah crap - a bad football team, crappy and unpredictable winters and people who go around pretending to be nice.

Shiva