who let it snow?

Honestly, you sleep half the day, and someone has the cheek to make it snow. The swines.

I want to be a tortoise. Or a bear. No-one complains when they sleep the winter away. They don't get nagged by their mothers telling them that "you're missing the best part of the day! You'll never get anything done!" Well, dear mother, that's kind of the point. Who wants a long, long day of cold, dark drabness? And why the constant need to fill every moment with activity? I've never really understood that one, doing nothing is in most cases far more enjoyable than doing something.
And it's good for the soul too, if you're constantly on the move, when do you find the time to think? Contemplation and stillness are fine ways to fill a day.

Or possibly I'm just a lazy, indolent slob.