I'm Dreaming of a Dry Christmas

Observation #5: The snow makes every situation worse

So my blogging has been slackin but there is reason for it. I was embarrassed. I did not get a date with cute art boy, but I did get a date with a different guy. And he's cuter.
Anyways, my hate for the snow has grown over time to become a loath that I cannot contain, so I blog about it. At first I greeted snow as a new friend but after a few butt-flattenings and frost-bitten feet, our relationship turned sour. The snow really proved itself on my drive down to Utah. I was already driving 4 hours on 4 hours of sleep, the snow just magnified the bad experience. Especially since that 4 hours of sleep was a rerun from the 2 nights previous. As I arrived in the momentary snow-free Utah yesterday, I embraced the break from the wet dandruff. But the snow knew I arrived and made a visit. As my family went out to enjoy this new visitor, I decided to show it who was boss. I wore jeans into the snow to prove that it could not change my lifestyle. As Jane Austen wisely wrote in Pride and Prejudice, "Angry people are not always wise." My ride home with numb legs humbled me a little.