Winter hates me.

It really does.

I don't necessarily hate it back, but why must it be such a bitch?!

Fact 1- My truck. Winter and my truck are not friends. I try so very hard to make my truck understand that in order for me to get on with daily life, it must coexist peacefully with winter... to no avail. I have missed multiple school days, have been late for work and have had to kidnap my Mom's beloved Jeep.

Fact 2- Water. Ours was frozen. This makes showering and remaining non-stinky and gross very difficult. At this point I smell like hand sanitizer and baby wipes. Delicious, I know.

I feel like I can't actually call this season winter yet. I know what you're thinking; "But Michelle, there is 2 feet of snow and ice and frigid temperatures... it IS winter!" No, my friends... No. I cannot call it winter until I fall onto my bum. Every year, I seem to take a seriously OUCH spill at the very same spot on my front step. This hasn't happened yet. Almost, a couple of times, but I managed to regain my footing. I should let it happen next time and hope the winter Gods are satisfied.

Humph.