Snow, I'm talking about you.
Yeah, you with your so-called "Winter Wonderland." Why, you have whole songs and movies written about you. And Frosty for crying out loud.
What's all the fuss about?
I'll admit you were fun for the first couple of days. It was nice looking out my window watching you come down with a tasty beverage in my hand wondering if you would still be around come Halloween night. Walking in you listening to you crunch under my boots was a welcome, hearty sound. One I hadn't heard for a long, long time. Trying to build snowmen or a decent snowball out of your fluffy goodness was a laugh riot.
I ain't laughing now.
Do you see this face? :( This ain't a happy face.
Living in California I always wished for a white Christmas. That was back when the closest we got to snow was big hailstones that melted an hour later. That was back when I wished that there was snow in my backyard to go along with my White Christmas movie.
That was back before I had to drive in you.
Now, you're nothing but big flakes that fall for 8 hours straight or more and that stick all over my car and driveway. Now you're something that I have to dig my car out from under. Now I actually have to buy these things called "De-Icer" and, God forbid, this strange apparatus called a....a...Snow Shovel!
Now when I absolutely have to go to the grocery store (because I ran out of TP and let's face it, one can only use paper towels for so long) I have to crawl along at a snail's pace (if there are any snails out there considering it's 22 degrees!). I have to put my car in this thing called "4-Wheel Drive." I have to end up turned the complete opposite way on the highway just when I left the theatre after seeing Skyfall and you fell from the sky the whole 2 1/2 hours I was in there (yes, everything up o.k. and no, luckily the kids weren't with me!)
I have to tear up my driveway just getting in and out. I have to feel the back of my car get a little squirrelly. I have to have an eggnog with a li'l somethin', somethin' in it to calm my nerves after being out in you.
I have to look out my window and wonder "Do I really need to go anywhere today? I do still have a roll of paper towels left and a cup of eggnog left." I have to screw up my courage and grip the wheel in a 11:00/4:00 o'clock position.
Snow, I refuse to be intimidated by you!!
I hate driving in you!!