Where's the stinkin' SNOW?!?
Don't get me wrong. When I'm headed out for a run and it's sunny and warm-ish outside, I'm not totally disappointed.
I want to wear my hats and my magic boots. I want to catch snowflakes on my tongue and see furniture on the streets reserving dug-out parking spots. I want to share war stories about our "first brutal Chicago winter."
WHERE IS THE SNOW?!?!
*my hubby just looked over my shoulder while I was typing this and said,
"Be careful what you wish for..."
Are you longing for the white stuff or perfectly happy without it?