It’s officially winter! I can only say this now because I have officially had the opportunity to shovel my car out of its parking space. (Please note the sweet Mohawk my car had following its cleaning yesterday morning. I think he pulls the look off pretty well. Swagger at its finest.)
Yesterday, while the weather report was telling everyone and their brother that we were going to get pummeled with snow, someone forgot to tell the microclimate of Portsmouth that they weren’t going to be involved. At home, I found myself covered in snow, but 20 minutes toward the Seacoast to work, and they were only getting rain. Figures. A mighty workout of shoveling, and a push of the car out of a snowbank from two very kind, cute guys got me on my way to work.
Despite the heavy snow, I am pretty happy about it. This means I can plan my retreat to the mountains with my board, make snow angels in my front yard, and have snowball fights with the children on my street. Okay, that last one is a stretch. I’m sure they’d beat me and I’d just come home crying that the kids were picking on a poor defenseless 20-something-year-old.
Happy winter, everyone!
