Winter Wonderhell

I haven’t been out of my house in four days and really, I’m not planning on leaving any time soon either. The outside world has become much to unbearable for me and therefore I must remain safely inside where the evil cannot reach me. Hell, I even fixed it so that the dog’s outside chain comes in the house and when he wants to go out we hook him up, open the door while he runs out and then slam it shut again.

What evil you ask?

I just cannot, for the life of me, justify going out there in that. I absolutely despise snow and ice and generally all weather related to winter. People go on and on about how pretty snow is, and how nice it is to watch it falling… Not me. I see snow falling and I am horrified. Because snow means cold. I’m cold when it’s 80 degrees out, so how do you think I get on when it’s less than 32?

The answer: badly. I’m absolutely miserable when I’m cold, and people who know me can attest to that. It’s just not something I cope with well. Some people who don’t like the cold actually like winter because they enjoy wearing sweaters and drinking hot chocolate. Well, I’m not a sweater person… I wear tank tops 90% of the time, and while hot chocolate is good every now and again, I’m not a big chocolate person, so neither of those things bring me much comfort.

I have always said that if snow was not cold, it would be my absolute favorite thing on the planet. I used to love to go sledding and play in the snow and maybe I’ll be that way again someday. But for now I will just stay inside and hide.