when i was growing up, winter in michigan was awesome.
there was nothing better than going to bed at night, watching the snow come down, and knowing that there was a really really good chance that school would be cancelled the next morning.
after really big snowfalls, my dad would shovel the deck in our backyard and pile all the snow into the stairway that led from the deck into the backyard. together, we would make a cave into that snow pile. sometimes we would get fancy and use this snow-brick-maker thing that we had.
on more than one occassion, the cave ended up being big enough for both of us to get in at the same time.
i still live in michigan--i always have--but the winters are very different now.
my mom works in an elementary school, and they haven't had any snow days yet this year.
last year, they didn't have any at all.
i went to park city, utah--a freaking mountainous region--for thanksgiving.
i went up north to boyne mountain--not really a mountainous region, but it tries--for christmas.
still, it's january 4th, and i think i've seen exactly two snowflakes fall out of the sky so far.
they disappeared before they hit the ground.
because it's too fucking warm!
for the love of pete, my dad was golfing two days before christmas.
because it was 60 degrees outside!
do not be alarmed.
'global warming' is just a myth perpetuated by those damn hippie liberals.