Male Bravado

Christmas came with eight inches of snow.  It finally melted.  Yesterday we got another five or six inches.  I’m sad.

Don’t get me wrong, I like the concept of a white holiday season as much as the next person.  I would infinitely prefer the “white” to be referring to sand, but if you live in Georgia then snow is as close as you’re going to get.

That being said, my dislike of the snow far outweighs my appreciation of white scenery.  To name a few: I hate the cold and accompanying sicknesses.  I also hate socks.  I dislike being pinned in one spot because my car doesn’t do snow.  I’m none too fond of the mud left behind once the snow has melted.  And I absolutely hate having my schedule rearranged for weather-related reasons.

Tim, who's been home due to the weather, decided he must go conquer the elements.  This is apparently accomplished by attaching a log to the back of his jeep and dragging it down the driveway in an attempt to make it remotely passable.  

Naturally I worried.

“Please be careful.”

“Honey, don’t worry.  I have far more experience driving in the snow than most.”

“But your jeep is crappy.”

“My jeep is not crappy.”

“THE STEERING WHEEL IS ATTACHED WITH DUCT TAPE!”  (It is, in fact.)

“It is not duct-taped on; the duct tape is merely holding it in place.”   

(WHAT?)

Might as well add Male Bravado to my list of Reasons to Dislike Snow.