It snowed here. With freezing rain. And it got cold. Really cold. Oh sure, not a lot, we're still talking a few inches. Nothing like they saw in Seattle. But you see, snow in Seattle is better than snow in the freezing tundra. And it's already melting there, soon the storms will be a memory. A memorable one filled with hot chocolate and kids staying home from school. Ok and maybe a windstorm and cold days without power. But it's really a minor thing overall. Who knows when it'll thaw completely here. The snow I am looking at could be still lurking under the crusty gritty snow of April. The ice puddles could still be waiting to make up slip in March.
Snow and cold means that I turn up Kenny Chesney, start looking at vacations to the Florida Keys, make more soup, and blame the winter for everything.
My back hurts: Winter.
House needs to be clean: Winter.
Late to pick up the kids: Winter
Wake up due to a nightmare: Winter.
Lose a bobbin of bright pink yarn somewhere in the house the instant I got the bobbin of purply pink yarn spun to ply with it, something I've been meaning to do for weeks but haven't because of Ramses and his infatuation with chewing the treadles: Totally winter's fault.
My lack of enthusiasm about exercise: Absolutely, completely 100% winter.
Eating that chocolate bar: Clearly winter.
It's actually a fun game. Picking some random thing and blaming it on winter. You should try it, it's easy. My hope of course, is that winter will get tired of the blame game and lurk away again, leaving us with mud season in the frozen tundra. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to picking which tropical island would be most fun to visit.
Snow and cold means that I turn up Kenny Chesney, start looking at vacations to the Florida Keys, make more soup, and blame the winter for everything.
My back hurts: Winter.
House needs to be clean: Winter.
Late to pick up the kids: Winter
Wake up due to a nightmare: Winter.
Lose a bobbin of bright pink yarn somewhere in the house the instant I got the bobbin of purply pink yarn spun to ply with it, something I've been meaning to do for weeks but haven't because of Ramses and his infatuation with chewing the treadles: Totally winter's fault.
My lack of enthusiasm about exercise: Absolutely, completely 100% winter.
Eating that chocolate bar: Clearly winter.
It's actually a fun game. Picking some random thing and blaming it on winter. You should try it, it's easy. My hope of course, is that winter will get tired of the blame game and lurk away again, leaving us with mud season in the frozen tundra. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to picking which tropical island would be most fun to visit.
LOL, Heather! This is sooo funny, it's ab-so-lute-ly true! What a great way to make winter go away faster! Have a great week!
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