Blame it on the forecasters, because they dared utter the word blizzard.
In my world, blizzard is a four letter word that should be reserved for places like Alaska, the North Pole, and maybe even Canada. (Sorry all you friends just to the North.)
I got over the romance of the first snowfall about four million flakes ago. Snow is hard work. If you don’t believe me, come shovel my driveway some morning.
What’s worse is the snow in the house.
Yes, you heard me.
You cannot help but drag it in, and then it melts into pools of icy cold water mixed with dirt, road grime, and salt. When you step into one of these camouflaged puddles in your socks, you think about adding more four letter words to the list of things that shouldn’t be said – shovel, snowpants, ice-scraper – they stack up right next to the word blizzard.
About this time every year, I begin to wonder why I don’t have more fleece in my closet. I mean, it seems like the only sensible thing to do is cover yourself head-to-toe in fleece. Most days I don’t even care if the fleece is decorated with snowmen and reindeer; I just want to be warm!
Anyone else elevate body heat higher than fashion?
(Oddly enough I am standing in front of a Palm Tree. (?) It is 33 degrees outside. How long do they expect that potted plant to live?)
Fleece mom. Head-to-toe. I really think it’s the answer to our problems.
Besides, they were only $8 on clearance. I know, you’re shocked, right? Never thought these gems would make it to the clearance rack.
So what about you? How do you stay warm in the winter?
Do you wrap yourself in fleece and hibernate until spring?
Because, honestly, that doesn’t sound too bad to me.