I am now in a It’s Complicated relationship with snow because I love snow, I love touching snow, I love looking at snow, I love that snow is cold and there are no bugs, I love that snow is pretty, I love the sound of snow, I love walking through snow, I love making snow angels in snow, I love falling snow, I love the smell of snow, but snow has a Tragic Flaw and that flaw is that it sometimes does not come down as fluffy light snow but instead mushy and fucking heavy snow and then it does not want to be shoveled, it resists my shovel, it says ‘fuck you and your noodly arms, pasta, fuck your shoulders and back and legs, i want to lie here on the ground’ and I say, no, snow, you cannot lay on the sidewalk, that is illegal, also i can’t leave you in the driveway cause then i can’t drive and it whispers, ‘fuck the lawwwwwwww and your need to go buy bread before i melt’.