We had a bit of a cold snap today. We went to the library when the sun was shining, wearing only our jackets. We left the library in a flurry of big, fat, juicy snowflakes.
I have always been a fan of winter. I'd rather be cold than warm. So I am really happy to be living in a place with real winter again. On this tenth day of gratitude, I find myself thankful for the cold weather, because it allows me to bundle up and be cozy. There is something so wonderful about getting hot chocolate from 7-11 (I'm high class, I know), or throwing on a sweater, or wrapping up in a blanket. I've got a mountain of blankets in my possession. I am typing this in my slippers and robe. (By the way, I'd like to point out that I think Snuggies are dumb. A Snuggie is just a robe backwards. How is this a revolutionary idea?) (And yes, I look like a white trash housewife in my slippers and robe. I'm high class. See above.) And flannel pajamas? Yes, please.
And while we are talking about it, there is something absolutely magical about the first snow of the season. I don't care how much you hate snow, you have to admit, it's like magic. White flakes gently falling from the sky, softly blanketing the ground. Nothing like it. I'm thankful for that, too.
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