grumble...snow....grumble...

I don't like the winter...there I said it. Even though pretty much everybody in my family owns a snowmobile (even the kids!) I am so anti-snow it's not even funny. Anything to do with the snow makes me want to run to some place where they freakishly do not allow it to snow (any suggestions??).

So of course Mother Nature hates my guts and I just know it's because I raked up the mums in the garden by accident (I said I was sorry!), so she decided to dump a crap load of snow on us overnight.

...and then on the way to school Mason threw a snowball at me and it went down my neck and it was cold. Since when did he learn how to throw?