I’m certain Darth Vadar doesn’t like it either

They made me go up to the snow today.  I don’t know why they continue to make me go outside.  They know I don’t like outside.  Unless there are rides to get to like at Disneyland, I’m not really interested in outside.  An outside shopping mall is really the outer limits of what I’m looking for when I go outside.

I think snow is gorgeous.  Up there.  On the mountain.  Well away from me. It’s also very pretty on TV and in the movies.  Movies like Dr. Zivago that I can watch on the sofa in my climate controlled home.

I do not like it in my shoes.  I do not like it in my pants.  I sound a bit like a Dr. Seuss book, huh?  I do not like it, SamIAm.

But they make me go to the snow just like they make me go camping.  I’m here to tell you, the first time they try to make me go camping in the snow – I’m out.  I don’t care what kind of guilt they try to pull.  That is just way too much to ask of me.  Camping in the snow.  Shit – that sounds like the 9th level of hell – if hell was freezing, freaking cold.

Today wasn’t so bad.  The only reason was my dad was with us.  He’s none to steady since his stroke so I remained the dutiful daughter and stayed very close.  And then he bought me cocoa.  Daddy’s are good. 

Just to recap: Snow = bad.  Daddy & cocoa = good.

Here’s the best part, though.  Sassy was absurdly enthusiastic about going to play in the snow.  By the end of the day, she was damn near hysterical with cold feet and  wet, freezing pants.  I kept whispering in her ear, “See, this is why I don’t like the snow.” 

I may have pulled her over to the dark side.  But it’s warm over here.