I’m not a fan of snow. Period. Okay, maybe a little, when it’s light, fluffy and kind of pretty and only sticks around for a short amount of time. Other than that snow, I hate it. In Chicago, it never stays pretty, except while it’s snowing and then only for awhile, because it is just waiting to turn into slushy mush. Kind of like a little bit ago when I got out of the car and stepped in the slush. In some gym shoes. Not boots. Slush in your shoes is not fun.

NOT FUN.

It’s also not fun because you can’t park anywhere. Chicago is ridiculous with parking and street signs. They all should just say: DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT PARKING HERE. EVER. OR ANYWHERE ELSE. EVER. because you will get a ticket or, worse, towed.  (knock on wood)

ALSO, NOT FUN.

And finally, my dad works on all those city trucks that clear all the snow of the slushy mushy streets. Automotive electrician or some other title, I don’t know. I also don’t appreciate the city calling my dad into work at 2AM, only to come home at 3PM, every day when snow decides make an appearance.

NOT COOL.

Snow, go away. I don’t appreciate your presence.

(Note to self: go buy some fucking winter boots)

Sorry. I’m cranky. Project Runway recap will come sooner or later.