I hate to be the pessimist in all this ‘snow glory’, but really?
Is there no one who doesn’t like the snow?
It’s great for the first day, cause it’s a novelty. And honestly, no one can rightfully deny the beauty of the scenery.
I’ll admit. The first day (even two) I enjoyed it. School was canceled, I didn’t have to go anywhere, and I have a dog that has never seen the snow.
Yes, it was one of those ‘parent’ moments where you can’t wait to see your child’s (or in our case, our dog’s) reaction to something completely foreign and new to their lives. I wanted to see it. I wanted to play in it. Just to watch her enjoy it. ..and possibly look really silly in it.
We walked, we slid (with her pulling the dickens out of my arm and my traction-free rubber rain boots), we played. She pounced and bounced. She burrowed and searched. For her beloved tennis ball. We had a great time.
Then I was done.
I want to officially erase the snow.
I want it gone.
So I can drive without stupid people.
So I can finish my Christmas shopping without fishtailing around the road.
So I can simply walk from my car to the store without wet feet.
I hate wet feet.
When your feet are cold, you are cold.
When you are cold, all you can think about is being cold.
So, at the risk of sounding utterly negative and ruining the ‘let it snow’ happy moods of everyone here on the west side….. I must tell the truth.
I don’t want it here.
I wish it would rain.
And that’s that.
The end.
Is there no one who doesn’t like the snow?
It’s great for the first day, cause it’s a novelty. And honestly, no one can rightfully deny the beauty of the scenery.
I’ll admit. The first day (even two) I enjoyed it. School was canceled, I didn’t have to go anywhere, and I have a dog that has never seen the snow.
Yes, it was one of those ‘parent’ moments where you can’t wait to see your child’s (or in our case, our dog’s) reaction to something completely foreign and new to their lives. I wanted to see it. I wanted to play in it. Just to watch her enjoy it. ..and possibly look really silly in it.
We walked, we slid (with her pulling the dickens out of my arm and my traction-free rubber rain boots), we played. She pounced and bounced. She burrowed and searched. For her beloved tennis ball. We had a great time.
Then I was done.
I want to officially erase the snow.
I want it gone.
So I can drive without stupid people.
So I can finish my Christmas shopping without fishtailing around the road.
So I can simply walk from my car to the store without wet feet.
I hate wet feet.
When your feet are cold, you are cold.
When you are cold, all you can think about is being cold.
So, at the risk of sounding utterly negative and ruining the ‘let it snow’ happy moods of everyone here on the west side….. I must tell the truth.
I don’t want it here.
I wish it would rain.
And that’s that.
The end.
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