Snow

Ad nauseum. I am sick and tired of the white fluffy stuff. I don't have totals for the year, I'm not an almanac girl. I can tell you Bailey hasn't been bathed or groomed because each time I plan it, it snows. We've had one storm a week for I don't know how long. My car is caked thick with mud and dirt from the thaws in between. I can no longer wear my Ugg slippers every day because my socks end up soaking wet at the heel. Bailey goes bounding chest first in the fluff, comes in with iceballs all over her fur, has to be locked up and barks incessantly. I know, this is grump, grump, grump. But I used to love snow and frankly it has become pretty darn miserable to live with.

If you live where it's snowing, are you happy or miserable? And if you live where it's warm, tell me more so I can live vicariously through you!