White Out

If I had to choose my favorite precipitation it would have to be snow. The city goes clean and quiet, and you are left with heavy tree limbs and a new source of light. I love the cold, I enjoy bundling up and breathing air that makes my lungs hurt, and one of the best feelings in the world is coming home and cuddling up with hot chocolate.

I never thought that I would ever be frustrated with snow though. This morning I was scheduled to open my store at 8am. I woke up at 5, anticipating a hard commute, and found despite all my snow moving efforts, my car was stuck. Actually stuck. Inconsolably stuck. Mall? Opening on time. Taxis? Not running. State? State of freakin' emergency.

I am officially in between a rock and a cold place.