It's official. I'm old. I hate the snow. Well I guess I don't really hate the snow. I think it's beautiful. When I'm sitting on my couch in front of my fireplace with a glass of I don't give a care in my hand. But that wasn't the case this week. I had to go out in the snow. I had to be one with the snow. I had to shovel the snow. Dig my car out of the snow. Drive in the snow. Get stuck in the snow. Get…