Dear Snow,
How have you been? It's been sometime since you have last graced us with you presents, actually I haven't seen you around since my wedding. That was fun where you dumped six inches of yourself all over New Jersey and New York.
So what brings you back around here? Did you decide it was time to wreak more havoc on the unsuspecting population for Northern New Jersey and come two days early? Cause I got to tell you if that the case, I think you and I are going to be fighting.
It's not that I don't like you, quite the contrary, every time your fluffy whiteness covers the ground my inner eight year old springs out of me and I race around as if I have a stuffed tiger. I also happen to enjoy you when I have been drinking.
Alas as an adult I have to work, and that is where our relationship becomes strained. You see you make it rather difficult to drive, nearly impossible if you own an 90' Camery. You cause me to slip and slide and you manage to effectively induce fear into every other driver on the road, rendering them hysterical.
I am not so effected by you in this sense, however, what you do to others effects me greatly, so much so that I feel I must say this: Snow I hate you. Don't take that to heart, I'm not trying to be mean it's just that you cause others to put me in danger every time you show up. Next time you choose to come around please make sure you do it on a day that I won't be needing to drive.
Thanks,
Nathan
