I Hate Snow.

Aw, you say. It's only December. Are you saying that you are sick of winter ALREADY?

YES. I AM. After stomping through an inch of it to get to the bus, stomping through an inch and a half of it to get into the mall, being covered with tons of it waiting for the bus again, and then stomping through 3 INCHES of it to get BACK to the DORM, I can safely say I hate it.

I was only gone for an hour, but because of the Instant Winter Wonderland out there (and the fact that most of lower campus' sidewalks haven't been PLOWED) I wore myself out trying to get back here.

I only bought the one thing-Dad got me back late last weekend and so Mom didn't get her thermal gloves like she wanted. I said I would get them, provided she could wait a week. So today was the day. I went in there thinking it'd be a quick five minutes in and out, but the women's gloves in the style I wanted were A) too light-colored (dark is better in these cases. Gets dirty just like others but if you can't see it it's not there) B)too darn small. If my hands won't fit them how the heck will hers?

So, I decided, head for the men's section. Mom doesn't care. She'll wear whatever as long as it isn't stamped with little printed deer or something.

And lo and behold, I found an absolutely, positively smashing pair of BLACK! gloves that are guaranteed to have her hands warm in two minutes flat. I actually found a pair BETTER than mine, if you can believe it. These are supergloves. And they fit my fingers so nicely I almost wanted to swap mine for them.

She'll be so pleased she will never give these up. I done good. :) It was almost worth battling the Snowflake Armies to get them.

I also found out holiday shoppers are idiots. Id-ee-uts. They don't move, they meander. They don't walk straight if they're talking on a cell phone. Excuse me doesn't enter into their vocabulary. And for heaven's sake, they walk the wrong way down the aisles in the mall. HELLO? If everything's coming at you you're headed the wrong way.

They, however, look dumbfounded that everyone seems to be coming at them.

I dealt with them again for an hour today. God bless their little commercialized hearts. If they ever wake up, get off the phones, and actually walk down the right side of the hallway at a speed faster than slo-mo, the world may indeed come to an end.

Well, that's about all the whining I have to do for today. Once I get through to Mom I'm going to mail her these beauties...although I wouldn't mind seeing the look in her eyes when she opens the package...

Cheers,
Bec