We have had the weirdest winter–super windy (and I mean super…I’ve had to chase the trash cans multiple times) and hardly any snow.
I have a love-hate relationship with snow. I love to watch it fall, but I hate driving in it. I like it for a day, and then the next day I want it to be summer. It’s so beautiful, but it’s so cold. And I hate [insert italicized, bolded, 78 pt font], I mean hate, being cold. I think I must get colder than other people. It makes my bones shake and hurt.
But worse than being cold in the snow is being cold with no snow. At least the snow is something pretty to look at while you’re freezing your tuckus off. (How I WISH you could actually freeze your tuckus off. That would save a lot of my problems.)
But we got a snow storm yesterday—two actually! It wasn’t a lot of snow–we didn’t even have to shovel our driveway–and the sun’s out today so it’ll be melted by this evening probably. But it sure was beautiful. For a minute.




