#$%$!

If it so happens that I am wrong, and there is a god, I have one question for him - What's with all the !#$#ing snow?

I'm so tired of snow. So tired of it, that using the word "tired" does not even begin to explain the depths of my anger when I wake up and find it has snowed...again.

I hate snow. If this becomes the status quo here I am going to have to consider relocating. Or, I am going to have to start working from home...It's not even the travelling in it that's the problem. It's wet, it's cold, it makes everything filthy when it melts, it makes my pants staticy because air is so damn dry, I have goose bumps twenty four seven, and I can't leave my house, office, car, without worrying about breaking an ankle or giving myself a concussion.

Anyway - I don't want to get into a habit of blogging only when I have a gripe. Actually, I started out writing this to say that after reading my last post, I felt that I should note that Valentine's was not a total bust. Though I was miserably, sick, and grumpy most of Valentine's weekend. My husband bought my some lovely jewelry I had been wanting and gave it to me before the weekend. Tuesday he drove up to the neighborhood I work in and we met for lunch. I took the afternoon off and we went shopping in downtown Seattle. I introduced him to the wonders of HM and 5 floors of Nordstrom and 7 floors of Macy's.

We had a really good time. So, it was not a bad Valentine's.

We also managed to get the bike out and go for a ride last weekend as it was actually very nice. Which is probably why the latest round of snow has me feeling so bitter. Just when I thought I could fire up the hot tub and break out the sandals...no such luck!