I knew this time would come but I put it at the back of my mind. I reassured myself that it wouldn’t be a big deal. But you know what? It IS a big deal: I HATE WINTER!
I moved to Florida in 2005 to get AWAY from snow. I will never forget the winter of 2004 in Chicago. I was living in an apartment and spent the weekend cooped up in my 800 square-foot box (but oh how I loved that space) riding out a massive snowstorm. When it finally stopped snowing on Sunday morning and the sun came out, I went to the parking lot to begin digging out my car. I remember being up to my knees in snow, swearing up a storm, singing Jimmy Buffett songs in my head and swearing to myself that I would not be in Chicago the following winter. I finally had enough.
And now here I am, back to where I started and feeling like I am going out of my mind. I wish I was one of those people who loved snow. If I was, I’d surely be talking about something else right now. But no, instead, I am one of those people who hates the entire process of winter. I loathe the extra time it takes to look out the window to determine if I need to wear boots. Should I put my heels for work in a bag and change at work? Do I need to wear my light coat or my heavy coat? What about a scarf? Will I need my stupid ear muffs since my coat doesn’t have a hood?? And don’t even get me started about driving to work wearing a nice pants suit with a heavy coat, scarf and gloves. I can barely turn my head left and right to see the oncoming traffic. I can’t MOVE wearing all that shit!
My husband Jeff, on the other hand, LOVES winter. He gets excited when it’s about to snow. He even bought a [STUPID LOOKING] hat that he plans to wear while shoveling snow! God help me, all I need now is for him to start wearing this when we go out to dinner! It’s just like this guy’s hat, but red and black checkered.
Creepy Face!
So, tell me what is so fun about this whole thing called winter? Because...Dude, I don't even know.




2 comments:
I feel your pain! Today I missed my 'regular' bus, and had to walk six blocks in the wind downtown to a different bus stop. It wasn't really the snow that was so bad - but more the driving wind that pelted my face! Ah, good times! You'll get through it - how many days until Mexico? :)
If my husband wore that hat he'd be going out to dinner...ALONE! :)
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