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.

4 comments:

David Cranmer said...

I think you are rubbing it in. Mean girl!

Sarakastic said...

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.

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Uhhh...yeah. It's in the TEENS here. Walking the dog means a LOT of layers and chapped lips all the time.

Meredith said...

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!