For the Thanksgiving holidays, I was invited by some very kind people to their home. Their home happens to be in another state that I'm not very fond of, but I went anyway. The last time I went to this state, it was hotter than the surface of the sun.
Just so you know, there are three things critically important that you need to know about me:
1) I am a weenie. A big, big weenie. I don't like to sweat.
2) I am white. Really, really, really white. I sunburn just thinking about the "s" word. The rumor seriously went around that I was half-albino when I was in college. HALF-ALBINO?!
3) I am not an outdoorsy girl. I'm just not. I don't like getting hot, I sunburn like bacon in a frying pan, I am an insect magnet, and I am petrified of ticks.
For these reasons, I love snow. Love, love, love it. It's beautiful! It's refreshing! It requires me to be bundled up! It is virtually impossible to get sunburned when you're wearing a hat, scarf, coat, gloves, and pants. I like feeling cozy and warm in the house when it's cold outside. Heck, I don't even like being outside, so winter is perfect!
So imagine the sadness in my heart when I left my state for Thanksgiving and, in my absence, it snowed. There is still snow on my roof. I missed it all. I am the snow repellent! I always want snow. Wherever I go, the snow goes the other way. I'm so sad. I wish I could have sung "I'm dreaming of a white Thanksgiving..."
Maybe next year.
In the meantime, I'm ready to move to Minnesota. I'll blend in beautifully, I'll have plenty of opportunities to stay indoors, and I'll get snow. Lots of snow. And, I can say "baeg" instead of "bag."
Praying for snow days,
(PS - Wait, I need more info. For schools in colder climates, what is the temperature cut off for playing outside at recess? Do they ever get snow days? I DO love snow days...)