I decided not to complain to my mom about the snow.

If I've heard it once, I've heard it a million times. The same thing, without fail, if I ever mentioned snow coming at such a late time in the season...

"You know, the year your brother was born, there was a huge snowstorm..."
[My brother, by the way, was born 20 years ago today].

The snow was annoying, though. Especially when it covered the windshield of my car, and there I was, without even so much as mittens to help brush the snow off. Grand.