That white shit!

I'm being very profane lately. Perhaps I should try to be profound instead. There is a lot of white fluffy stuff coming down from the sky. The first year that I moved up north, the white stuff was novel. It was fun and exciting. The second year that I was up north, the first snow was still pretty cool. I knew it meant torture ahead, but I was still pretty pumped up about it. This year, my third, I just looked at the sky, looked at that white shit, looked back and forth, growled, grimmaced, swore, and shook my head. Now I'm just counting the days till I get to move back to Texas (36).