I hate snow. I think it's only appropriate around Thanksgiving & Christmas, when I don't need to leave the house, & falling at night so I can take walks in it if I so choose. Other than that, I don't want it, and if it appears, I want it to go away -- quickly.
Guess what? It's snowing. It ruined the errands I needed to run this evening. It ruined my plans to see a movie I've been itching to see. And it will ruin my mood in the morning when I have to look at slushy, dirty snow piled up along the streets.
Consoling myself with a little France Gall:
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