You now live in Wisconsin? You poor, poor, poor dear.

I escaped when I was 23. And do you know why? I was sick of getting stuck in a parallel parking space after the plow went through (especially when you parked in front of a bunch of old-folks homes), shoveling, freezing snot, more shoveling, rocking your car back and forth when you got stuck, putting on a damn winter coat and mittens and a hat and a scarf just to go out to get the mail.

I'm sure I'm preaching to the choir after this last winter.

(key word: escaped!)