You only own three spices: salt, pepper, ketchup.
You design your Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.
You have more miles on your snowblower than your car.
You have 10 favorite recipes for venison.
You have an uncontrollable urge to buy bread and milk when you hear the word "snow."
Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
You think sexy lingerie is tube socks and a flannel nightie.
You owe more money on your snowmobile or John Deere than your car.
The first day of "Buck Season" and "Doe Season" is a school holiday.
Your snowblower gets stuck on your roof.
The local paper covers National and International headlines on 1/4 page but requires six pages for sports.
School closings due to snow take the radio stations a half an hour to finish, because just about every town has its own school district.
When someone says 1972, you think "Agnes," and when someone says 1979, you think "TMI."
You call sloppy joes "barbecue."
When it snows, they put cinders on the roads instead of sand.
You think the start of deer hunting is a National Holiday.
You pronounce "Suite" as SUIT, not SWEET. As in Living Room Suite.
You know which leaves make good toilet paper.
You only buy your beer and soda by the case.
You think the roads in any other state are smooth.
You find -20F "a little" chilly.
You ask the waitress for "dippy eggs" for breakfast.
The trunk of your car doubles as a deep freezer.
You know the four seasons: Winter, Still Winter, Almost Winter, and Construction.
There are still places you can still stop along the road to buy fruits, vegetables, or crafts on the "honor system."
The municipality buys a Zamboni before a school bus.
You never see any Confederate Flags, except on the Gettysburg Battlefield.
You prefer Hershey's Chocolate to Godiva.
You consider Pittsburgh to be "out west," and you know the fastest way to Philly is the Turnpike.
You can give directions to Intercourse with a straight face.