Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch, turns to snow in my clutch (dadumbumbum) I'm too much

Good morning, Internets. I traded posting days with Kat on account of all the SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW (!!!!!) that got dumped on DC recently. I'm pretty sure it was something like eight feet. Ohio got some snow, too, which brings me to my point:

Dear snow, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I know we've had our rough patches, but because of you, I've gotten to stay home from work the past two days. Staying home from work is pretty much my favorite thing to do because you wanna know why? I'll tell you why. PAJAMAS. That's right. I stayed in my pajamas all day yesterday and I plan on doing the same today.

Sure, I'm working from home, but working from home is so much better than working from work (see: pajamas) so I don't even care. I even love my super long commute right now, because when you live an hour away from work and Mother Nature takes a big snow dump all over the city, no one questions you when you say, "um, yeah, I'm not driving to work in a level 2 snow emergency," because those are HAZARDOUS CONDITIONS. And my car is a tiny, tiny car, like a rollerskate almost and I don't think it's a good idea to drive to work in the snow on a rollerskate, do you? You don't, that's right, because that would be crazy.

So thank you, snow, for these two glorious days. Let's do this again next year.

(Notice I said next year, snow, because that's enough out of you for this year)