This morning was a surprise. Like, took my breath - kind of surprise. As I step out from the driveway to my car parked across the street, a patch of ice gave way and my foot was plunged into a bone-chilling slurry of half melted salt and ice.
So now I have to go back inside, change out of my freezing wet socks and wear another pair of dry shoes. Oh, you bet I was cursing up a storm.
It's official. I hate winter.
P.S. Vancouver called. The winter olympics want their snow back.
P.P.S. Another snowstorm is coming tomorrow (today, actually). 10 more inches. Great...
Song of the day: "If I Could Give All My Love To You" - Counting Crows
2 comments:
Oh no no no I do not want your snow, you can keep it. We die a very very painful death in the snow here - not to mention we had almost 3 months straight of the stuff last year, it was HELL I tell you. Hell is not fire and brimstone, no it's Vancouver transit in the snow, that is what it is, hours of waiting, trolly buses that don't run on frozen wires, walking up hill for 30 minutes knee deep in snow because the bus broke down, being 2 hours late for work etc. So curse all you want, but I am not having any of your snow
I think you should start your last comment with "When I was your age..." =). It's all beautiful-like right now...but I'll be changing my tune once the snow stops and my shoveling begins. I'm still achy from this past weekend's shoveling.
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