I realized today that I don't like snow. I take that back, I don't dislike all snow. In fact I like a little snow. The kind that doesn't stick and disappears in a day. Only a few inches is my ideal. But trying to move and get all of the Navy boxes checked off along the way is a huge pain in the backside. Oh who am I kidding, ass. A huge pain in the huge JLo/Kim K./Me sized Ass.
Boo on snow. Boo.
I can't wait to move to Florida where frost is a huge deal. Here in Virginia, there are currently 10 in of snow on the ground. 10 inches! And Norfolk is not equipped to deal with it. Sure the highways, 64 and 264, are nice and cleared, but all of the side streets are going to be solid ice by tomorrow morning and never be cleared. That makes getting paper work finished, organizing our movers, and getting cars weighed a lot harder. I hope this is the last time we have to move during a snow storm. The odds are definitely not in out favor right now, but I hope we can at least hit the road by Friday.
Did I mention we are getting more snow tonight? I might blow a gasket. Good thing I have wine to dull my snow induced anger right now. Wish me luck! I am going to need it. Grrr. Drink, drink, drunk. I think I feel better now :)