I'm half way to crazy, and not far from sane

Winter is depressing. 

Growing up my dad always got sad during the winter months.  From about December to March he was a little more cranky and much less talkative.  I learned early on that that was Daddy's "quiet time".

Like father like daughter.  I am not a happy camper during winter.  I am cranky, moody and spiteful. 
And that is all before I get out of bed.   I have not worked a full week since Christmas.  There has been over a foot of snow per week every week since Christmas. We are sitting at 57 inches.  There is no where for it to go.  So it just sits there.  They scrap it into big ugly brown piles.  We now have so much that they are loading it into dump trucks and exporting the snow.  Yes.  We are sending it to places with less snow. 
Snow is not beautiful.  It is not magical.  It is ugly.

There is no way it will melt before August.  I will be laying by the pool next to huge piles of snow.  Fact.

You may think, Jessa you are just wining.  That is not true. I have taken action. I am purposely trying to make the snow feel unwelcome until it runs home crying.  This is an attack on many levels.

1. I had a long hard talk with the snow as I shoveled my car out of the snow for the 567243059872345 th time this month.  But it did not come around to my way of thinking so I kicked it.  Unfortunately snow is a wimp and does fight like a man.  It moved and my foot hit my car.  But it was scared.  I could feel its fear. 
2. I stand outside and scream profanity at the sky as the snow comes down. 
3. I talk very loudly about how the sun is a much better friend. I constantly compare it to the sun.  I say things like "The sun never would make me go to such efforts to get to my car".

And if that little ground hog sees his shadow, it is going to be ground hog stew for dinner at my house because that little guy is not gonna make it through the night.   6 more weeks of winter is UNACCEPTABLE!