When the going gets tough...
When the going gets tough...June does the driving!
We snatched up Zedder from her uber-proud grandparents house, and shot home through some seriously crap weather. June drove, since she's the winter road expert of the house, driving back and forth to London as often as she does, and we passed half a dozen or so cars in the ditch on our expedition home. We were in good hands but that didn't stop Zedder from squeaking, "Oh my gosh," the entire way home.
The snow is beautiful and if it's gonna be winter it might as well look like this but it kills me to know that there are people on the planet that never have to slip in the snow, that never have to drive 20 mph all the way home, that never need new boots or snow pants, that never need to put their summer clothes away. I hate those people.