It’s snowing here.
Most people are excited. A few people are bemoaning the fact that grown-ups don’t get snow days.
I hate the snow.
It’s cold. And wet. And it gets all gross once people start driving and walking through it.
And slush? Don’t even get me started about the slush.
But the main reason why I hate the snow is because it always seems to come at the most inopportune time. Case and point: I am leaving for my biannual voyage to Oregon TOMORROW MORNING. The snow. Will still. BE HERE.
And. The snow. Will still. BE THERE.
Everywhere I go I see these little white flakes of COMPLETE AND TOTAL DESTRUCTION. I can’t escape it. I CAN’T EVEN GO TO THE DESERT AND ESCAPE IT BECAUSE IT’S SNOWING IN LAS VEGAS!
Hell. Has officially frozen over. Literally.