This morning, I opened the door to go outside and move our car (can't park in the same spot for more than 21 hours on the streets of Logan!), still in my pajamas. The special feeling of hatred I felt sweep over me comes but once a year.
Yes, the first snow in the valley.
The morning we left the hospital with Bennett, there was snow in the mountains. This is always disconcerting--a little reminder that we aren't going to be able to escape the worst season of the year this year either--but I can handle it when it's not in my yard. Once I have to think about scraping the snow off my car, it takes a great deal of self-control to not just sit around the house moaning and drowning my sorrows in hot chocolate all day.
Right now, I've got a full on snow storm happening here. The above picture was from 10 minutes ago, and it's snowing twice as hard now.
BOO on WINTER. I HATE YOU.