After living in Vegas for most of my life, I had this crazy idea to move somewhere where there was a shit ton of snow. It snows for half the year, rains for three months, and then its a nice warm for three more months.... give or take a week or two.
What was I thinking?
I finally shoveled snow for the first time.
I always thought that snow was a beautiful glistening thing that should not be disturbed because it was mesmerizing. I didn't think it would weigh hardly a thing. It was just so light and fluffy.
Like a teddy bear.
Oh no, I was so wrong.
I went to shovel the driveway before my boyfriend got home from work because it snowed for most of the day and it hadn't been done.
This thing that I thought was gorgeous and light as air turned out to be heavy and difficult. It's not so pretty once you've piled it all messy like on the side of your yard.
I've also come to the conclusion that I will never ever ever drive in snow.
The reasons being:
1: Can't see shit when the snow is falling like it does. I'm already blind as it is, add snow and my eyes might as well be closed.
2: To slick. I'm not very strong at all. I won't have control over the wheel if it decides to act up.
3: To much stress. Plain and simple.
Let's just say no to driving in the snow.
I still need to make a snowman....
