We’re in the middle of a big melt-down and I couldn’t be happier. I know some people who love the brutal cold and snow of Midwestern winters, but I am not one of them. Being able to see patches of grass gives me a more optimal sense of joy. The lack of ice also means I can exchange heavy, fur-lined boots for more stylish high heels. Shallow? Maybe. But I don’t care. I like high heels and took up too much trunk space hauling home several pair to sport over the holidays.
Speaking of holidays, I hope yours were nice. Scott and I drove 13 ½ hours in order to spend Christmas with my family. We then proceeded to consume unholy amounts of delicious items laden with butter, sugar, and chocolate. Scott went down to Dallas for a couple of days and I went with the grandparents-to-be on a major shopping excursion for the baby. They insisted on buying all manner of too-cute outfits for their soon-to-arrive granddaughter; hopefully, she’ll at least be able to wear them long enough for us to snap a few photos before outgrowing them and entering whatever stage of growth kids hit nowadays before becoming Hannah Montana ticket-obsessed tweens.
Following Christmas, New Year’s Eve was incredibly chill. I never thought I’d say this, but I actually found myself excited about the prospect of ordering Chinese take out, putting on my favorite pajamas and watching a movie. No outrageous cover charges. No crowded dance floors. No trying to wade through hundreds of people at the bar to score an overpriced glass of cheap sparkling wine served in a plastic flute. (I.e. The “champagne” advertised as part of the evening’s special event.) It was absolutely lovely.