It snowed yesterday. A few inches, nothing major. Seth and I were fondly recalling how happy we were as children in North Dakota when it snowed because it meant that the weather had warmed up enough for us to play outside.
Then we saw a Jeep stuck in one of those tiny drifts left by snowplows.
Seriously. We laughed all the way home.
This morning, on my way to work, I felt as though my Trailblazer was wading through a sea of idiots. It seemed as though the entire world had forgotten how to drive in snow.
This is Colorado. It may not get that cold, but it does snow.
In the words of my friend, Laurel, “Are you kidding me?”