It’s so cold outside. And there’s still blankets of snow everywhere from last weeks storm that left us with 23 inches of snow. Yes, that’s right 23, not 2, not 3, not 2.3, but yes 23 inches of snow. And it’s snowed twice since then, each time leaving another half inch or so of freshly fallen snow. Now, I understand some people love snow. They think it’s so pretty and magical and amazing. All I have to say to that is bull shit. I hate snow. I hate that it’s cold. I hate the way it makes doing anything twice as more difficult. I hate that when I go out in it, I usually have to change my clothes from being outside simply because everything is wet from the snow. Having lived in North Carolina for two and a half years, as well as a year in Mexico during high school, I have come to dread the cold. I looked on my phone moments ago, excited that it has finally “warmed” up to 12 degrees here in good ol’ Missouri, then I flip through the pages on my iphone to see that it’s 46 degrees in Wilmington. Ugh. I remember when 46 degrees was cold. Hell. I’m even excited that most of the next week the low is only 30 which will seem like a heat wave to the weather we’ve been having lately.