I'm a wuss, I HATE snow, and cold, and cold and wet - that is the most miserable I have EVER been in my life. The reason I do is because I was working graveyard, and then the snow came - 1993 - bigtime and very quickly for Georgia. I let my crew go, and stayed with one of the guys who decided to stay with me until help arrived. I left in the middle of what can be described as a wizard blizzard. It was AMAZING something like that happened in Georgia. But almost five miles from home, and idiot in a truck stopped in front of me going up a hill, and I had to stop, and there was no restarting the climb. It was over. I was stuck.

I let the car move backwards until I got it off the road, and there I stayed in that f'ing (pardon the implied) blizzard for three hours. Cold and wet from trying like hell to get that car moving again. Help FINALLY arrived, in the form of my father in law, and we barely made it home, because, well, he sucks as a driver, he, he, he... But that's another story...

After freezing my ass off for those three hours, I figured out I would rather sweat my ass off than freeze it off, from then on.

I likes shorts and a tshirt, and flip flops. As compared to seventeen layers of clothing on, which I would have to have if I lived up north.

Seriously...