I'm perfectly content with my little basket of pretend snowballs. I don't need the real thing.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Fan of the Fake Snow
I walked the dog today wearing lounge pants, a long-sleeved t-shirt, a sweatshirt, a polar-fleeced lined jacket, gloves, and a knit hat. I think it was fifty-five degrees. It's hard to even imagine myself living somewhere that the temperature regularly falls into the thirties or below. We get a few days a year where we skim into the thirties, but it's as likely to be in the seventies as the forties all winter long. Possibly even the humid eighties--blech!
I'm perfectly content with my little basket of pretend snowballs. I don't need the real thing.
I'm perfectly content with my little basket of pretend snowballs. I don't need the real thing.
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4 comments:
I think you are rubbing it in. Mean girl!
I recently moved to Southern Utah, well by recently I mean 2 years ago. Yesterday it was 55 degrees here and I spent the afternoon laying in the hammock laughing at my former life which probably has 2 feet of snow on the ground.
Uhhh...yeah. It's in the TEENS here. Walking the dog means a LOT of layers and chapped lips all the time.
Aww, I like those! I live in Houston, too, but last year I lived in Boston where the snow was on the ground for about four months and I started hating it. So fake snow is pretty darn good, in my opinion!
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