Thursday, January 27, 2011

In Which I Complain About Being Cold

It's almost February. This would mean that I should start clocking longer hours in the gym and dropping hints to friends with pools (for the first time in my life, I don't have immediate access to a pool).

But there is real, actual winter here.

I just want to lay in bed, under four blankets, drinking gallons of hot tea, wondering will I ever be properly warm again?

I ruined my favorite pair of ballet flats this morning while cleaning the snow off my car and digging it out of a snow drift (thanks, Alexandria plowman).

But it gives me the perfect excuse to rock these darlings.