I hate the snow. I’m tired of the snow. I’m sick of snow. Okay, snow is okay when I am up on the mountain snowboarding down it but other then that… shesh… go away.
I’m tired of being cold. I’m tired of having salt on my car. I’m tired of being told, it’s just Utah, get used to it.
I will not get used to it. I was doing my 5k in 35 minutes in 45 degree weather. That’s gone down the drain.
Earlier this week was a stinkin’ teaser. Not that it was super duper warm but it sure wasn’t snowing. It was warm enough to open the door and let Macie have free range of the backyard. It was warm enough that she spent THREE hours playing outside. It was warm enough that I didn’t wear my snowboarding jacket.
So, I will beg and plead and cry and get down on my knees just to have a little bit of warmth.
TWICE this week, I have washed my car BEFORE rain or snow. This is a bit ridiculous.