Due to personal preference, I live in a house that retains summertime temperatures all year long. I enjoy this about our home especially when I fall asleep under my comforter, all dressed in pajamas, and wake to find myself without either on, as was the case Monday morning. I arose from bed, found my pajamas on the floor and stumbled to the other side of my tiny 10 x 10 bedroom to gaze at myself in the mirror. While rubbing the sleep from my eyes and brushing my hair, my phone vibrated, signaling a disturbing text message from Ashley. The text message simply read, 'The snow is pretty but it's cold.'
Surely she didn't mean to say snow. A quick peek out my window confirmed it. She did.
The shocking reply she received read, 'WHAT THE HELL'. In all caps.
I've now lived through another 'first snowfall of the year'. Sadly, that day was only yesterday and I still have yet to prevail over the next 6 months of having fingers that resemble icicles, a complexion comparable to Edward Scissorhands', and chattering teeth.
I'm not sure I could dislike the cold much more than I already do and if I could I really don't want to. What I'd like to do is try to come up with a list of the benefits of wintertime, if any, rather than my loathing, so I'm going to begin thinking. Hard. It may take a few days. I'm hoping that my efforts to stay cheerful during this arctic season will shield me from the hostile cold that slaps my face every time I walk outside, but that's unlikely. Who knows, perhaps there's a snow bunny hidden somewhere in me just dying to trade in the string bikinis for fleece and the flip-flops for Uggs.
Haa. Yeah right.
Surely she didn't mean to say snow. A quick peek out my window confirmed it. She did.
The shocking reply she received read, 'WHAT THE HELL'. In all caps.
I've now lived through another 'first snowfall of the year'. Sadly, that day was only yesterday and I still have yet to prevail over the next 6 months of having fingers that resemble icicles, a complexion comparable to Edward Scissorhands', and chattering teeth.
I'm not sure I could dislike the cold much more than I already do and if I could I really don't want to. What I'd like to do is try to come up with a list of the benefits of wintertime, if any, rather than my loathing, so I'm going to begin thinking. Hard. It may take a few days. I'm hoping that my efforts to stay cheerful during this arctic season will shield me from the hostile cold that slaps my face every time I walk outside, but that's unlikely. Who knows, perhaps there's a snow bunny hidden somewhere in me just dying to trade in the string bikinis for fleece and the flip-flops for Uggs.
Haa. Yeah right.
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