Snow

This weather is killing me. I am so tired of snow. I am tired of snow days and shoveling snow. I am even tired of the word snow. Snow is my new dreaded enemy. The picture above is the table on my patio –the icky white stuff is up to the bottom of the chairs. I have run out of room to put it on the side of my driveway, and more is apparently coming. The picture at the bottom of this post, is what I came home to after taking the kids to school this morning, a truck that went out of control and ended up in a snow bank in my yard. I feel like we are living in that movie –Day After Tomorrow. Meanwhile, in England, my husband is missing all the fun. I guess the good thing is, in the area of England we are moving to, snow is very rare. It does happen, but not much or often. In fact, on my husband’s first trip in January, they had one of those rare moments and had a few inches and it shut down the whole country. He was joking that the one snow plow in England couldn’t keep up, but it is apparently not that far from the truth. The newspapers in England were calling it Snowmaggeden. And seriously, we were talking about 2 or 3 inches. I will be glad to move away from the snow. However, the weather where we are moving is not much to be joyful about either. The summers only get in the 70’s, and it rains a lot. I am still wearing a sweater when the temperature is in the 70’s. And while I like rain more than snow, I don’t like it every day. Right now, I want to move to Hawaii where the weather is sunny and warm. Why, oh why, can't he be transferred there? :)