You know what sucks? Every season that isn’t summer. Over the course of the last year I was very adamant about moving South. And once the time to do so got closer, I started making up excuses about why I didn’t want to leave – one of which was not wanting to miss out on all four of the beautiful changing seasons.
Once I did decide to stay, we were thrown into the most mild of winters ever. It was 70 degrees on Christmas Day. There was no precipitation in the forecast. And all I could think was ‘Gosh this is a bummer – where is the winter!’
Well, last week we got snow. And cold. And clouds. And we plummeted deep into the heart of sad, sick, winter depression.
This sucks. I’ve been in a bad mood for a straight week. Darcy won’t go in the snow and when she does she eats the salt and then throws up all day. I have more bruises from falling than a battered piece of fruit. I’ve spent half my life savings on Uber surge fees and more hours than I can count sitting in traffic and listening to cars slam on their horns due to Philadelphia’s aversion to plowing their streets.
Nothing good comes from the snow. You’re pale. Your Uggs get ruined. You’re cold. Who ever wants to be cold? Winter drinks are like – White Russians and Hot Toddys. The summer is filled with sunshine and margaritas and happiness and baseball. You know what sports the winter has after football season? Me neither – because hockey is boring.
I’ll leave you with this. The most amusement to come out of a blizzard. Here’s hoping again that PETA hasn’t figured me out yet…
She was less than thrilled.