I should be excited. I should pulling out my water-proof snowpants from my closet and hastily throwing on a beanie and a pair of gloves. I should be planning my top secret snowfort or trudging off to the closest sledding hill.
But no, I'm inside lamenting how the snow makes everything damp and cold. Instead of throwing snowballs, I'm checking my email and wishing someone would leave me a comment on myspace.
Good gosh, I've turned into my father.
(well, on second though my dad doesn't have a myspace, so he couldn't exactly wait around for someone to comment it on it, but he does hate snow, I do think that is what I was getting at)