Baby, it's cold outside

Of all the four letter words in the world, there isn't a single one that bothers me so much as "snow." I was born here, I'll always be here, and there will always be snow. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. Don't get me wrong - I think it's gorgeous. And if I had a pair of snow pants, I'd be out there in a heartbeat. But it makes everything a pain when it gets on the roads. It cancelled my plans for the weekend, and it makes commutes ridiculous. Last month, I spent 5 hours making the 45-60 minute drive home from my temp job. The first 3 hours and 50 minutes of that was the first 4 miles. I kid you not. Winter is an obnoxious (albeit beautiful) thing.

Someday when I have kids, snow will be fun again (aside from the ridiculous amount of time spent dressing and undressing them for it). This view outside my window makes me think of things like that. Boots and mittens shed on the porch, kids with bright red noses coming in and making a bee-line for the hot chocolate.

For now though, I say give me this anytime.