This evening -as I was running up to my front door in a cute pair of flats I just purchased at Forever Young- I realized something. I HATE THE FREAKING SNOW. I did not realized this though until I started chanting "I hate the snow" Over and over as I lept from one footstep to another to keep snow out of my shoes. I did not succeed in this mission. Snow has a mind of it's own.
What is the point of snow after December 25th? I mean seriously? By November I'm all sledded out and what not, so just waiting for Christmas keeps the snow exciting. Snow and I were best friends then. Maybe even lovers. But now...I'm done! It's OVER between us! This madness must end! It's as if the White Witch took my beloved friend and turned it against me! I'm constantly slipping and falling. Shivering has become a sport of some kind and I can't feel my toes despite how many socks I wear. My nose is a leaky faucet and my jeans have white lines as the bottoms from all the salt! Why? WHY CAN'T THIS END!?! This agony is taking over my life! The snow balls, the sheets of ice, the boots....MUST DIE AT THE HANDS OF SPRING'S CLAWS!
I'm not normally like this: violent. I really am not....unless you make me mad. But, hoo boy am I mad! This is an outrage! I'm sick of being pelted by snowballs, freezing my knickers off as I walk to and from my house to the car. Whatever cuteness and magical-ness Winter's snow had....is GONE. G. O. N. E!!!
From now on I am protesting winter! Give me warm temperatures or give me death!
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