Don't get me wrong, I love winter. I love the snow. Love it. All the best things happen in winter, like the Christmas season and the day of my birth, etc, but really, just one complaint. I know it has to be cold for it to snow, but not this cold! I mean really, don't you think single digit temperatures are a little extreme!!!
It was seriously 8 degrees outside when I put my brother on the bus. 8. As in I have enough fingers to show you the temperature. That's just wrong. I should at least have to go to toes. I am way too nice. Matthew, if you ever doubt that I love you, read this post and note that I got up at 7 in the morning to help you with your homework and venture out to the bus stop with you in 8 degree weather on my day off. You so owe me.
Anyway, my two winter-y activities so far:
Sledding in the dark
Getting the family Christmas tree (during which time my siblings and I bundled up like the michelin man, pranced through the snow, and totally acted like a bobsledding team in the big old sled that the Christmas tree farm people provided. I'm pretty sure it was meant for the tree, but hey, it fit all four of us. :) )
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