Here comes the snow. Da. Da. Da. Daaa...

Okay folks, it is apparently time to break out the winter coat again. With a minnie blizzard on the way, I deem it a necessary course of action.
While I dearly love (please emphasize the LOVE part) to be warm, this year my brain just refused to accept the fact that it is winter and winter is cold. Thus far, I have been getting along quite nicely with a fall jacket and sweatshirt (actually, this was more of a subconscious decision... not until I questioned myself as to why I was so cold did I understand the defective reasoning of wearing a sweatshirt in December). Of course, I knew this day would come. Ha! Yes, much to my chagrin.
So, here I am, the 8th of December in Michigan... and I have finally pulled out my trusty and beloved winter ski coat. Its heavy-duty, warm, and pink — all the things I could ever hope a coat to be. It's been a wonderful coat and, she only comes out of the back of my closet's abyss... once a year... in the winter... which is why I'm cringing at dusting her off again. Its just a sign that snow and dreary days are here to stay (usually for a very long while).
The snow will always hold a special place in my heart. However, for right now, I'd like to hold that place at arms length and just look at it. What was that? "Be joyful in all things..." hmmm. Okay well, until Florida, I will wear my pink winter coat valiantly (and not freeze my bum off). And after that... you can be sure I'll wear it; maybe just not as valiantly.
Oh hey! Only around 16 and a half days (depending on who's counting) until CHRISTmas! And break starts for me next week. Hip. Hip. Hooray!