Let It Snow..

Let it snow, let it snow...Just NOT in my driveway.

Over the course of the last week, a foot –or more!--of snow has fallen at my place. Some of it is very atmospheric and beautiful, makes me feel all Christmassy and I want to drink hot chocolate and have a snowball fight and make snowmen and snow angels and go sledding and write run-on sentences... But far too much of it has landed in my driveway. And driveway snow is a buzz kill. Driveway snow means I have to shovel---and I have a lo-o-o-n-g driveway. Parts of it are uphill---both ways! I quickly lose all my happy thoughts and start stomping around and muttering under my breath, stupid dang snow, anyway.

So far the SSD (stupid dang snow) has 1) caused me to go outside in my PJs with a broom. Don’t ask, just be glad you’re NOT my neighbor. Single-handedly I often lower the property values in my neighborhood. I’m the kind of neighbor people will often beg to “stay inside while the realtor is showing the nice couple around, please?” 

 2) Spray myself in the face with neon pink spray paint. Once again, don’t ask, but I will tell you I wasn’t re-enacting the Cat-In-the-Hat. Although I did end up with a lot of pink snow. And a pink nose. It was a clever---well, it seemed like a clever idea at the time. Anyway, it was an attempt to prevent a Snow Crime. You know how when you just finish shoveling your driveway and then you go back into the house to take a shower and put on Real Clothes and hop into your defrosted car--congratulating yourself for having wise foresight in defrosting it ahead of time—and you drive down the driveway only to find that while you were inside the long awaited snow plow has come along and plowed you in? Yes, well that’s what the spray paint was for. (It made sense in my head, don’t question it.)

In my opinion, snow is the original four-letter S word....and it needs to S T O P.