I don't like snow. At all.

Yesterday winter arrived - with a lot of baggage.
Rain to snow, ice, wind, and freezing temperatures.

Let it be known - I dislike snow.
In fact, I think I might actually hate snow.

Sure it's pretty when it sparkles in the sun.
But then it gets all dirty and gross.
And it's slippery.
Very, very slippery.

It rained yesterday morning.
Then it got cold.
And then it started to snow.
So, under the snow was a lovely layer of ICE.
And the snow came down, down, down.
And down some more.

I'm guessing there's probably close to six inches of the white crap out there.

And if I didn't have to actually DRIVE anywhere in this weather, maybe I'd like it.
Then again, maybe not.

My office was actually "delayed" today - we didn't have to be in until 9:30 a.m.
I was still late.
It took me 45 minutes to drive from my house to downtown Toledo.
Forty-five minutes.
It normally takes me 25 minutes, tops.

I slid into a parking lot at one point, a mere mile from my house.
My "anti-lock" brakes did some crazy grabbing/locking/completely freak me out thing when I tried to stop on the snow/ice.
I drove like my mother-in-law the entire way to work - no faster than 30 mph, regardless of the actual speed limit.

And then the sun came out.
"Great," I thought. "The sun will help the salt and the roads might be OK on the way home."

Ha.

The roads were horrid at 5:30 tonight.
First and foremost, it is apparent that the city snowplows totally skip the roads near downtown. They were still snow covered. And icy.
And SCARY.
It took me 20 minutes to drive less than a mile.
I slid several times.

And, there was an indicator light that kept appearing on my dash - a car skidding out of control is how I describe it.

(Dear Chrysler - that is NOT a cool indicator light...it makes my pulse race. You might want to rethink it next time you design a minivan.)

As I turned a corner, nearing my neighborhood my brakes did their 'thing' again and I slid around the corner. I'm quite certain I stopped breathing for a few seconds.

By the time I got home - 45 minutes after leaving the office - my hands were shaking, my head was pounding and I was nearly in tears.

And so, it's official.
I am over winter.
I want to live somewhere without snow and ice and subzero temperatures.