Honestly, why do people live where it snows?
Do not misunderstand. I like snow. I like it very much when I'm sitting by the fire at a ski lodge, sipping hot cocoa and reading a good book and waiting for room service to bring my dinner. I like it when it's drifting down romantically, settling softly all along the needles of the evergreens, and making the holiday lights on charming cottages sparkle. I like it when I'm out in it playing with my nephews, throwing snow balls and making snow men.
I do not like it when it makes cars slip all over roads and closes down airports and prevents one from doing what one is supposed to be doing, such as coming home or working.
The bottom line is this, I'm back from a trip, the journey home massively sucked, and I'm so tired I cannot move.
Did you miss me? I missed you!