Okay, so for two years running Mr. L and I went on a cruise to the tropics. Fourteen (or 17) wonderful days away from winter.
Just one tiny flaw in that plan. We choose the least two snowy winters in the past 20 years. And boy are we paying for it now. In early December Rochester had already beaten Buffalo and Syracuse for the most snow. No sooner do I clear the top of the driveway than there's another inch or two of the white stuff there to bug me.
Okay, I'm spoiled. I like temps above normal during the months of November through April. I like seeing my driveway. I loathe that plow guy digs up my lawn every season (while yelling YEE-HA! while he plows the dirt and grass into the parking space beside the house).
I. HATE. WINTER.
There. I said it.
How about you?