Winter is Evil

The past few winters have been miserable here. Well, miserable for me, anyway. I hate cold. I like snow only in theory. It's pretty to look at an' all, but the shoveling is hell. I really, really hate shoveling. And there has been much shoveling the past few years. We've had a few blizzards. Last year, we got a few feet of snow-- which I had spent all night shoveling so we could all get out of the driveway and to work. I think I got about 2 hours of sleep that night and I could barely move that day.

So this year, we decide to get a nice big snowblower. The kind that looks like a lawn mower. No more hours and hours of shoveling for us, no sirree! We buy the snowblower. We admire the snowblower. It's all big and machine-like and red. Such a pretty candy apple red. Surely, since we've bought this machine, it will not snow this winter. Isn't that how it goes? We're all cheered by this thought. A nice, mild winter is just what we hope for. So, of course, it has to snow. But not enough to use the snowblower. Just enough that you have to shovel it up or it will turn to ice. And it keeps doing just that. Just an inch or so of snow. I won't melt on its own. Get out the shovel and salt.

I hate winter.