First Snow

So we got our first snowfall of the year on Sunday morning and they're calling for 3-6 inches tomorrow morning. Which can only mean one thing: my desire to move to florida has just increased ten fold.

I'm not one of those people who gets all excited by the first snowfall of the season. I dread such occassions more than players on the Jets dread Sundays. To me, at this stage in my life, it's nothing more than an inconvenience. Snow storms used to be exciting when they meant days off from school, snowball fights, fort building, and snow shovelling to make money.

Now they just mean having to wake up earlier to clean off the car and having to carry the dog out to the street. Worse than that you run the chance of stepping into a slush puddle and having to sit at your desk all day long with your pants water stained from the shin down and your foot literally chilling out in your shoe. If you don't bring a change of socks with you to work you run the risk of catching hypothermia.

I hate sounding like captain kill joy here but admit it, you don't like snowfall either. That's why we should all move to Florida so that we can deal with Hurricanes, alligators, and old people! And leave the snow to the eskimos!