Oh, to be young and driver's licenseless.
Note: Everyone in the north, please try to stifle your laughter throughout this post lest you alarm your co-workers and/or family.
Southerners, you know what I'm talking about. A flake falls from the sky, and sake's alive, driving skills
and common sense fly out the window. And I'm not pointing fingers. I stand guilty.
But remember snow days? (I wish I had a fancy text editor because I would surround those words with sparkles and unicorns.)
Roads slick? Do not care!
Mild frostbite? Nothing hot chocolate can't cure!
Going to school into July? Summer shmummer!
Nothing can go wrong on snow days!
And then, reality came crashing in on me in seventh grade when the neighborhood gang went sledding after an ice storm and one of the kids broke his leg. Not like a hairline fracture. Broke. There's nothing like a sixth grader screaming profanities for two hours straight to forever change the way you view snow days. Snow days.
I'm feeling especially anti-winter right now because a massive winter storm is barricading me in my house, keeping me from going to the Austin SCBWI Conference with Kristin and Mandy this weekend. Bleh.
If anyone is going, please e-mail me! I'd love to chat with you about it.