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I would like to preface this by saying how much I love snow.  Because I do.  I love watching snow fall and I love the big thick flakes and the little thin flurries and I love how it sticks to my coat and my hair.  I don’t really love it when it sticks to my glasses because then I can’t see where I’m going.

When I lived in Huntington, I could have sworn that Huntington was under some sort of protective bubble, much like the giant glass bubble in the Simpsons movie.  The entirety of West Virginia and Kentucky could receive snow and ice and Huntington would be clear as a bell.  Ten miles down the road, sure, snow.  But Huntington rarely received snow.

Now that I’ve moved away to a city with much more promises of snow, it seems like all Huntington gets these days is snow.  Everytime I log on Facebook, I see an outpouring of status updates - “Cara is excited for snow!” “Ruth Ann is wading in the snow!”  “SNOW SNOW SNOW.”  COME ON.

And then this morning, Marques came in the bedroom to wake me up and said, “Look, outside, there’s snow!”  At first, I was excited with childlike wonder and glee, ripping off the covers and peering out the window.  I was delighted to find a snow-covered wonderland outside. I immediately thought, “Man, I wish I didn’t have to go to work today so I could stay home and play in the snow and drink hot chocolate.”

But then my next thought was, “Shit.  I have to walk to the metro in snow.”

See, I don’t own a pair of boots.  Part of this is because I don’t do any sort of heel.  I’m pretty sure whatever natural arch I had has been destroyed by years of Chuck Taylor wearing because my feet are now as flat as a board.  I have, on occasion, tried to wear kitten heels and have failed miserably.  I am doomed to a life of flats, which is fine, except when it snows.  I also don’t wear or own any leather things, not for any ethical reasons or whatever, but mainly because I don’t particularly like the way that leather feels or looks.

So I woke up early and had Marques drive me to the metro (shame!) and I brought an extra pair of socks to work which he scoffed at, calling me a nerd, but who’s laughing now?  My feet got a bit wet on the way in (I did not wear Chucks, I wore a pair of Sauconys, which are still fabric but have a bit more protection than, you know, just canvas) and now I don’t have to worry about that anymore, or be concerned that I will need to have my feet cut off due to frostbite or whatever.

And now I can sit and watch the snow fall and make hot chocolate from the 18 packets I have in my desk (but no marshmallows, siiiiigh) and I can actually be happy that it’s snowing.