I feel sort of a mild panic attack coming on that winter is on it's way and before we know it, we'll be under 4 feet of snow and it will be 10* outside.
Do you ever get that feeling?
In order to enjoy a beautiful fall day yesterday, I went to the park for a picnic lunch with my youngest. When we left the house it seemed warm-ish, but by the time we stopped at the store for donuts and then went to the park, it was coldish.
Fortunately we had two winter coats in the car.
Note to self, quit buying donuts at the local market. They're just not that good. Drive an extra 2 miles and go to the donut store. As I was eating my not good old fashioned, I thought fondly back to my college days when my roommate and I would stop at the food court and buy two old fashioned donuts, at least once a week. Now, those were delicious donuts.
I don't think B's was that good either. After she ate all the frosting off, she was done.
Yeah, yeah, I know in theory that we need winter. Snow pack, water levels, drought, blah, blah, blah. But this CA girl is never giving up the thought that we have a miserable, cold, dark, grey winter.
Can you be a snow bird when you're 41, and have 6 kids in school?
'Cause seriously, don't tempt me.
Let's sum this all up: