For starters, say it really fast. The title will appear to make more sense with a faster intonation, and the picture should help if you’ve ever seen Despicable Me. If you haven’t seen the movie, you need to because it’s pretty much AWESOME. There’s plenty of snow on the ground to make most of you want to stay indoors once the sun goes down, so rent it, watch it, and I’ll refrain from saying, “I told you so.” I’ll even include a link: Despicable Me.
Yes, it’s fur-LUF-eeeeeee. The snow, I mean, not the unicorn, although I’d be a pretty lucky girl to have someone blowup a concession stand to win that for me (hint). The snow is in fact fluffy. Not exactly prime snowman making or fort building and not that I would particularly know since I did not have the wonderful opportunity to play in the snow. With each snowfall that we’ve gotten this year, I have realized that I am getting closer to adulthood as I approach the end of my super-extended super-senior year.
I want to go sledding. I can’t.
I have to go to work.
I have to go to school.
I have to do something.
I have no one to sled with (LAME, I know.)
Instead, I find myself waking up an extra hour earlier to shovel out my car. Mind you, I do not live in Philly, an apartment complex, or somewhere similar. I still live at home with my parents and we have a ginormous driveway. I was smart today and parked as close to the end as I could. However, it still took me about an hour and a half to remove the snow from my driveway, the plowed in snow, and the snow from my car (I’m not one of those annoying people who only remove enough to see out from only the windows). It’s a really fun way to start my day especially when I prefer to work out after work.
Now mind you, I don’t hate snow and I don’t think I ever will (I’m sure I’ll eat those words when I’m old), but I’m starting to dislike it very much by how much it inconveniences me. If I didn’t have anywhere to be and had nothing to do, I would say, “BRING IT.” Dear Mother Nature, show me your worst and give me a reason to run to the grocery store because then I may truly be snowed in for five days. But we live in Jersey, where we have an ample supply of snow plows and the only way that we’ll ever get snowed in is if 10 feet of snow falls from the sky and every plow but one breaks down. I can see the pigs flying now.
Back to the inconveniences: I don’t entirely hate shoveling, rather I don’t like waking up early to shovel. I understand that my street isn’t the only one in town, but they plow and then they don’t come back to do a clean up. I don’t live on some side, “no outlet” street. I live on a street where no one obeys the 25-mph speed limit that connects one main road to another. I guess as long as they don’t put in speed bumps I’ll survive (that would be worse because I’d have to deal with it eeeeeevery day). I also have to deal with my mother (sorry mom, but it’s not news). She watches the weather: when 6abc reports all day, she watches it all day. I mean, it’s snowing and I don’t consider it to be worthy of an all day news event. It’s snow, it’s weather and if you don’t like if, move to somewhere that it doesn’t snow. However that would be rather impossible this year considering 49 of the 50 states have snow.
What do I like about snow?
It’s like a fresh start.
I love to just lay in it until I can’t feel my butt.
It never gets truly dark at night.
It gives the illusion of clean.
So all in all I like fur-LUF-eeeee snow. But don’t be mistaken, there’s a 99.99999999% chance that I will be grumbling when I have to wake up early to shovel my car out again.