Facing the prospect of another snow storm is just aggravating me right now. It would be ok to get some more little flurries. Psha, whatever, I'm not phased by that. I'm over it, I'm a New Englander in the flush of winter. And it wouldn't be so bad if this was one of those epic snow storms that shuts everything down forever. That would be exciting and fill me with all sorts of childhood snow day nostalgia. But NOOOOO.
It has to be one of those stupid storms that leaves a giant pile of poo for you to shovel up AND does it all before 6 AM so you still have to go to work. BULLSHIT.
I've been thinking about this a lot lately. It's like my mantra during my commute:
Is it spring yet?