Ew. Winter.
For realz, y'all, this winter shit is wiggedy-wiggedy-wack. (Yes, that sentence was just composed by a college graduate.) We had The (Other) Blizzard of 2010 the day after Christmas - 18 inches. Then we had a storm last week that added another 6 or so inches. Today we got another 6 to 9 inches. We aren't even halfway through January, and I'm already so sick of snow that I was looking for jobs back in Ft. Lauderdale. (Totally not kidding. South Florida and Atlanta.) I've been dreaming about a shore house down in Wildwood for a week this summer. Or a cruise to the Bahamas. Anything but scraping off my car and risking my life whenever there's a snowstorm because my company does not believe in snow days. They do, however, believe in public shaming tactics and psychological warfare that make one feel guilty for even arriving 45 minutes late for work because her street wasn't plowed yet. If you didn't catch on in that last sentence there, I'm job hunting