Ok Winter, I think it's about time you ended.

The highlight of my day so far happened this morning at 7am when I took out the recycling. I threw on some boots over my bare feet and a jacket over my pajamas and proceeded to try and navigate down my snow covered stairs in a blizzard. The steps were so covered in snow that I missed the last one and fell onto my flannel clad knees, which wouldn't have been so bad if I had tied up my boots before leaving the house. I hadn't though. Guess what? A boot full of snow in bare feet doesn't feel so good. It doesn't sound so good either. It sounds like swearing.