I hate snow. I think you should be able to just hop in the car and drive somewhere without having to shovel 2 feet of snow or having to worrry about slippin' and slidin' on the ice. It's just not natural. All the time I'm sewing I'm thinking about when I'll be able to get out. No, I'm not finished with my Christmas shopping. This is my husband's Jeep. Apparantly snow has a mind of it's own, molding itself into a dome shape.
By looking at my neighbor's truck you can see how high the snow is in the street. This is not good.
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