I. HATE. SNOW. Hate it.
Oh sure it comes along and makes everything a pretty, sugary white. It promises a fluffy, coolness. It even makes my weed-choked garden look picturesque. But I despise it with a white hot hatred that should melt the crap on site.
Don't get me wrong, snow has it's place. I admire it on TV. I gaze with awww when I see it on the mountains that cozy up to my city. And, yes, I've even been known to take mini ski vacations where I attempt to go down the slippery sh*t on two skinny rods and keep my balance.
However, when I go to IT then it's okay. I don't like it when snow comes to ME.
Yes, I have snow issues. Perhaps it's the fact that I was raised in Winnipeg where temperatures easily dip to -25 for a few months.
Can you tell that we've had an unusual amount of snow this year? In the twenty-something years I've lived in the Vancouver area we've never had this much snow and it's never lasted this long. Even the kids don't wake up and say "yay!" when they see the white stuff outside like they did the first few days. As a matter of fact, they don't even want to go outside anymore. And the first day back to school after Christmas vacation is a snow day! Oh and just try housebreaking a puppy in snow that buries her. Fun. Lots of fun.
Rant over he he!
Tell me...how do you feel about the snow?