I can't wait for the snow. I hope we get 48 inches in January. I hope it never stops snowing from January through March. Know what would be even better?
Freezing rain. Non-stop. In fact, I hope my front door freezes shut.
While everyone else in Cleveland is saying, "Whoa is me! It is so cold and snowy! Whatever shall I do!"
I know what I'll be doing.
I'll be on the couch, under a nice warm blanket watching a marathon of something on the History Channel that I have no intention of remembering or putting to any use.
And you will have no good reason for me to do otherwise.
You can't tell me it's a beautiful day.
You can't tell me I should be working on the yard.
It will even be too cold to sit in Marissa Miller's bushes and watch her read the newest issue of Better Homes and Gardens.
Snow is the "I have a headache" season. It is the perfect excuse. It is "my dog ate it" and "my back is out" rolled into one. It is like "I have to work" with a side of "I have to watch the kids".
Snow is Mother Nature's way of ignoring your phone calls.
I can't wait for the snow and all of the nothingness that it brings. If it snows on Christmas, I don't care if I am on Santa's Naughty list. If I get nothing, I will get everything I need.
And if you want me to come out and have a snow ball fight?
Sorry, I have a headache.
And my back is out.
And I have to work while I watch the kids.
...and my dog ate it.