Yeah, I accidentally wrote let it snot instead of let it snow. I kind of like the mistake though so I left it. Those kinds of mistakes have been happening often lately. I think it's fate. God must be telling me something...hmm...

The 'Couve is filled with two types of people and me. There are the extremists who go out looking for danger when the snow storm comes. They're the ones doing cookies in crowded parking lots or driving 65 on the freeway. They grew up somewhere in the Midwest and therefore believe that they know how to drive in the snow no matter how bad. Those people scare me. Then there are those who cancel school because of one inch of snow, or those who hole up in the house because of a light dusting. They fill up their bathtubs with water to last the winter, they purchase last minute generators, and locate all their candles and flashlights. Those are all good things to do in a real storm, but when was the last time that the 'Couve had a real storm?

And then theres me, or us as I should probably say. We don't freak out, we hope that schools and work close just so we get the day off. We go rent movies in the snow, but we drive carefully. We enjoy it but don't freak out. We locate the blankets and hot chocolate but we leave the candles for next to the bed. We have a good time with it.

I should have said that there are four types of people. There are the risky people, there are the carefull people, there is us, and then there's my wife. She could care less whether there is snow or not because she can only focus on throwing up, eating, sleeping, and trying to give some lovin' to Jones and I. Poor girl.

All this thought has spawned my new poll question, what is your favorite weather to encounter? Lay it on me, I can handle it.