I love the holidays, I do. But among the plethora of things I detest, snow is one of them.
You may ask, how so? It's pretty, it's soft, it's the stuff of poetry and song.
Yes, it's all those things, but for a girl who grew up not particulary fond of it, driving in it scares me spitless.
There are these wonderful things called slick spots, black ice, and those crazies who don't know how to drive in snow any better than I do. EEEEEKKKKK!
As Susan Powter would say, Stop the Insanity.
In my case, it stops with me.
No, I haven't taken ant driving in snow courses. (DH keeps trying to teach me since he lives for snow and practically salivates when the first flake of the season falls, but the silly man...at least he tries.) But I do try to not be out in it whenever possible.
My idea of fun in the snow is watching it fall from my living room window.
Grief, I can't wait for April to come around. At least then it's mostly rain.