I really, really do. Two snow storms in two weeks made my happy radar skyrocket. Cold, snowy days make me want to stay in, snuggle up in warm pajamas and watch movies. They are my rainy day equivalent. I love looking outside and seeing the ground blanketed in the white, fluffy stuff. I have no clue why, but I get extremely excited and happy when it snows. I swear two-thirds of my Facebook friends bitch and complain about snow in their status updates, so I know I'm outnumbered when it comes to enjoying winter. But I don't let their negativity bother me. No, sir, I don't.
I'll admit though, the hour and 15 minutes it took me to drive home tonight (when it should have only been 20 minutes) in this storm did frustrate me, but the second I pulled into the drive all my anger towards Mother Nature disappeared. I feel like a little kid, watching it collect and pile up on the roads, hoping it turns into a school day being closed. Seriously, I want the snow to get so deep so I can work from home tomorrow.