|After storm #2.|
We're famous for "If you don't like the weather, wait five minutes." We're also notorious for complaining about said weather. Since Boxing Day, we've had about a storm a week that will dump anywhere between 6 and 12 inches of snow.
While I'll admit that it's pretty when it first hits and clings to the trees, it takes about five minutes before it turns into a murky pile of ugh.
This pile of grossness takes over the entire town. I live in what some of my relatives like to call "the city*" which means not a whole lot of room to stick things. Like four feet of snow. The piles that bookend our driveway are taller than me.
We're getting three more storms this week.
What does that mean?
|G3 buried during storm #2|
Everyone and their mom will freak out and raid Stop and Shop for milk. Why milk is such a necessity when threatened with a foot of snow, I'm not sure. I'd be more concerned about water.
We'll have to figure out where to put more of this white stuff.
If making a snowperson army would be the easiest, most efficient way of handling the snow, I'd do it. Not only would it be entertaining, but it's a great tribute to Calvin and Hobbes.
Why are you blogging about this?
I gotta admit, the snow really crushes me. The spidery fingers of despair are creeping up on me and my descriptions are becoming more purple and over-exaggerated each day**. It's becoming more difficult to put on the "I care" face. Good thing there's too much socially going on or I'd just curl up in bed and wait until the thaw.
In other news, Groundhog Day is this week. Let's keep our fingers crossed that we won't have the extended version of winter this year.
Does the cold and snowiness of winter get you down? Share below.
* Note to family: I live in a suburb, not an urb.
** This I blame on my inner goth.
Last.fm hit of the day: The Impartial Orchestral Mix by The Clockwork Dolls