This week I have a superfun (and yes, in 1st grade that counts as one word) Raleigh trip planned. However, the powers that be are trying to foil my mini road-tripping plans with a ton of snow. I was born near the beach. I was raised near the beach. AKA I am a giant pussy about driving in the snow. Even with our eastern Carolina brand of snow (aka three flakes all attached exactly to the center of our main highway) I have never driven in snow. EVER.
Now I LOVE snow. I LOVE the idea of being "trapped" up there. However, usually when I'm wishing for snow it's because I DON'T want to go somewhere...aka work or school. Now that the snow is screwing with MY plans...I'm mad.
How can you be mad at snow? Being mad at snow is the equivalent of kicking a baby. Or Meg Ryan. Or a Jonas Brother. You know, something so ridiculously sweet it kind of hurts to look directly at it.
Anyhow, my plans may not be exactly what I hoped. I may have to cut one particular venture a little short. But seriously, what could be better than being snowed in with some of my best friends?
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