Snow is fun, when you don't live in it.
I should stop there.
Snow's fun to look at. When it's on one side of the window and you're on the other. When it's in distant mountains, upon faraway trees, on top of shrubs.
But not when it's on the sidewalks and roads you walk on, piled up and up and up...sigh.
It'd be beautiful if you didn't have to do mundane things (like run 5 errands with two small children).
Snow's fun to look at. When it's on one side of the window and you're on the other. When it's in distant mountains, upon faraway trees, on top of shrubs.
But not when it's on the sidewalks and roads you walk on, piled up and up and up...sigh.
It'd be beautiful if you didn't have to do mundane things (like run 5 errands with two small children).
posted by Anonymous at 11:34 AM
2 Comments:
that's pretty much my feeling about snow. I like that's it's white and pretty and far away. I like to think about living in it and the fun it would be and how pretty it would be. It's so much easier to deal with and live with when I just think about it and stay here.
Indeed. Nothing like scraping ice off of one's windsheild with or without the presence of a child. And I can't say I miss the boots, hats, scarves, gloves, usw that were present in my two years of winter. Maybe you'll be able to be a LCS too! (:
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