Adults be like: I hate it!/I’m so done!/I wannagotoflorida.
Kids be like: YESSSSS.
Cuz they don’t plow, and mop wet floors, and of course, they LIKE missing a day of
And our dog. “White grass!!”, he announces, and plunges in, regardless of the depth, rolling around like a pig in the mud. He emerges a new breed, no more spots, snow clinging to everything, especially his shaggy ears and legs where it forms snowballs that melt all over the carpet. On those days, he’s restrained from the couch until he’s all fur again.