Valentine's Day, 2007
This is blurry, but shows the very coat, hat, scarf & gloves of which I speak.
As I was driving through the lovely snow flurries today I realized that it's not really snow that makes me hate you. Admittedly, driving on treacherous roads isn't one of my favorite things – but there's a certain challenge in that (finding that perfect speed somewhere between 80 and 20 that will get me home in a timely manner).
No, my beef with you is coats. And hats. And scarves. And gloves. Sure, they're all cute and stuff. And, yes, they're necessary in your frigid temperatures. But if I drop my keys one more time because they slip out of my gloves, or if I have another hot flash in the grocery store because I can't figure out what to do with my coat, or if I somehow again get my scarf and the seatbelt so entangled that I'm in danger of strangling myself, or if my hat slips sideways ONE. MORE. TIME. (because I have a li'l ole head), I'm just going to give up. Hypothermia, here I come!
That is all.