Living in Michigan has taught me a thing or two about ice. Somehow i always find myself wishing it and the blasted snow would take a hike and leave me alone. It always finds a way of conveniently sneaking its way into my life. Well let me rephrase that, I only hate snow when it makes me wake up early for work, slip on my butt, buries my car, etc etc. I don't hate it so much when i am warm and snuggled inside my house.
So if there is anything worse than snow it is ice. Especially in the form of black ice. You know what I am talking about. The kind that sneaks under your sneakers and you fly face first and kiss the cement. I am quite possibly speaking from expierence that might have possibly happened today.
So people salt your walkways and driveways. Cause I sure know my clumsy self and butt would definitly appreciate the non-slippage beneath my feet.
Peace<3
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