Snow

For those of you who know me well, you know that snow and I do not get along. At all. We are quite literally like oil and water. The friend it comes to visit each year…Winter? Uh yeah, we don’t get on so well either. For years and years now, I have joked to my parents that the stork dropped me off in the perfect family in an imperfect location. Let’s be real. It’s impossible to plant myself in the sand and bask in the sun, have a glass of wine on the outdoor (outdoor being the keyword) patio, or ride my beach cruiser. Although two days ago I did see a man ride by on a bike in 15 inches of snow. It confused me and amused me all at the same time and I’m not sure how he fared on the hill right around the corner….
STILL…when Michael comes to me with his big, brown, puppy dog eyes and sticks out his bottom lip, it all goes out the window. It’s like my brain is saying, “Noooooooo!!” while my mouth is saying, “Why sure honey…I would love to go outside and play in the snow!” I have no idea how it happens, but the child has power and he knows how to use it.
So, off we went and I have to admit, it was freezing and I was soaked, but seeing how happy he was in the fluffy white stuff made it worth the while…
Now, that being said, I would be perfectly happy if it all melted tomorrow and my masses of unworn sundresses could be twirled in. Ya read me?

Sorry for the lack of posts. I really do have so many things just sitting and waiting to be shared, but our computer has a horrid virus. We have had the Geek Squad out here and it’s still on the outs. :( I’m in Laptop City until then.

Krysta