The area I live in typically goes through at least five months of winter every year. Not being a real winter person, this gets to me by about...oh, the middle of December. We're at about month three now. Bleah.
I was debating driving 80 miles to go to Boise and indulge in retail therapy, but it snowed again last night and now the roads are going to be "schlock," as my husband just said. Add to the fact that we're right on the route to Winter Friggin' Carnival in McCall, which draws roughly 50,000 people out of the Boise valley to come look at melty snow-sculptures. Then everyone bitches about how the sculptures were all melty and they drive home.
Its not fun to compete in that kind of traffic, especially with snow on the road. Many of these tourist-types believe that four-wheel drive is all you need if you want to drive 70 mph down a snow-laden canyon. I laugh at the ones that pass me and end up in the ditch. Unfortunately that doesn't happen as often as I would like, so I try to hasten their misfortune by placing voodoo curses on them as they fly past me. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Its hard to ensure voodoo success if you're not really in a good position to sacrifice a live chicken.