This is when...

So many thoughts, and plenty of time to think them as you clean off and dig out your car.

This is when you say to yourself, "Who needs milk? Who cares about that recipe? Chips and salsa sounds like a good dinner to me. I'll just stay in."

This is when you realize the term "quick trip" will be anything but quick.

This is when you're glad you walked out the night before your big meeting and not late the morning of.

This is when you want to stay inside until the snow melts and then just drive your car out of its spot.

This is when you wonder how you graduated college with honors, when you didn't figure out not to leave the "digging out tools" inside your car.

This is when you pray the doors aren't frozen shut because you did, indeed, leave the tools inside.

This is when you hope you don't bury your purse in the snow as you try to dig to your door to put the purse inside.

This is when you understand why people put their windshield wipers up before the snow--so they don't get frozen to the windshield.

This is when you wonder if you're crazy or the people who didn't try to convince you not to move here are crazy.

This is when you understand why people invest in snow blowers.

This is when you encourage yourself saying aloud, "Hey, at least you don't have to workout tonight!"

This is when you understand how your toes can be numb while the rest of your body is sweating.

This is when you realize that going to the grocery story without a shower first may constitute a first degree misdemeanor.

This is when you realize why people delicately use the shovel to scoop snow off their car instead of a wimpy brush.

This is when you don't understand why you just dug a path to get to your car and then foolishly filled in with snow from on top of your car.

This is when you realize that wearing cotton sweatpants isn't the wisest choice, in fact, it's a terrible choice.

This is when you realize why others say the phrase "sucks to be you."

This is when you realize why people dangerously drive with only partially cleared off cars, with limited visibility and snow projectiles flying at your car on the highway.

This is when you wish the driveway to your parking lot, bordered by a rock wall and your house, was slightly wider.

This is when you realize why people call "dibs" on parking spots and reserve them with superfluous objects.

This is when you're thankful you signed a lease with a landlord that plows the parking lot and not the one that said "There is a shovel and salt in the basement, it's your responsibility."

This is when you wish you had a pair of ski pants and a couple crazy friends with you so you can play in the snow drifts.

This is when it hurts your heart as it starts to snow again right after all your hard work.

This is when you understand why people live in the suburbs with garages as you watch their dry, snowless cars whiz by your snow speckled, frozen, piece of metal on wheels.