These single-digit temps, frigid wind chills and lake-effect snow showers are getting old. You'd think I'd be used to this by now since I've lived here my entire life, but I'm not. I don't completely hate winter, but I'd rather visit it every once in a while, when it was convenient or I felt like playing in the snow, than live in it all the time. OK, so it's not winter her forever, but sometimes this place feels like Narnia. But without all of the talking animals and stuff.
(Shiny Distraction Tangent: Man, I can't tell you how much I wished I could get into Narnia as a kid. Seriously. In the middle of the night, I'd wake up and see a shadow on the wall and wish it was a door to that secret world. Honestly, if I'd ever actually GONE to a parallel world, it would have scared the crap out of me, but theoretically, it sounded way awesome.)
So anyway. The weather sucks — and blows — and I'm SO over winter.