My hair may look like cotton candy but I wanna snow cone!

So all this rainy, warmish weather has melted most of our snow.
And.
I.
am.
so.
bummed.
No white Christmas.
*sigh*

I really wanted snow for Christmas. ON Christmas.
For that festive feeling you get walking into mom and dad’s house, arms laden with packages and snow in your hair.
For the feeling you get when the fire is crackling and the tree is twinkling and you look out the window and it’s white and bright and you feel all insulated and warm.

*sigh*

With a wee bit of luck the weather men will be LYING like they frequently do over holidays. (Ever notice that? They’ll say it’s going to be sunny for Memorial Day for like a week prior… and the night before that weekend the whole forecast changes to rain. Cuz… It always rains on Memorial Day!) And come tomorrow afternoon it’ll start to snow and snow and snow and snow…

Heh.
Sorry, Syn. I know you’re gritting your teeth right about now, wanting to smack me. :P

I feel like a little kid, I’m so excited for tomorrow.
And half afraid that the day will flop just because I’m so excited!
And I really don’t want to turn 38.
Anyone figure out a way to avoid that yet??????????

My gods.
Two years until I’m forty.

ARGHHHHHHH!

*breath. breath. focus on Christmas…..*

Ok.
That moment is over.

Taylor’s in the basement, probably playing with his saw. (I saw you all cringe! Don’t deny it. You immediately thought about the possible lobbed off fingers. I saw you!) I guess I should get offa here and clean up the house while he’s not up here, eh?

Hope y’all are enjoying your long Holiday weekend!

~xoxo