(Aside from being cold all the frickinfrackin time, no matter what I wear, do, eat, or drink.)
- My boots.
- My other boots.
- My coat.
- All my shoes, sad and lonely and unworn.
- My bike, sad and lonely and unridden.
- My dirty car.
- Not being able to see lines in parking lots.
- Wincing every time I dress or undress.
- “Where are your boots? Where are your mittens? Where are your snowpants?”
- Tasteless produce.
And you?
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Moss growing on the curb and back stairs. Moss that looks remarkably similar to turkey snot/vomit/puke all rolled into one. Moss that I took to scrubbing and hosing away yesterday. Moss that apparently got into my eye and infected it.
On the other hand, it was near about 70 today.
XXXOOO
Snow days.
1, 4, 6 and 10, and #9 if you leave out “snowpants.”
I have to admit that I’m only cold part of the time; when I’m snowboarding, I am never cold. (I have kick-ass gear.)
I am sick of gray skies, leafless trees, stubs where flowers ought to be, and sunset before 5:30pm.
I send great sympathies! The ice I’m seeing is entirely for the ice-cooler for SwingDaddy’s knee brace. Definitely not as bone chilling as the kind you have, but not a lot more entertaining.
Static!
I had to resort to dryer sheets which I haven’t used in years.
The feeling of lightheadedness when you come in from shoveling for the umpteenth time in blizzard like whiteness. Going from the brightness to indoors makes me feel like a migraine is coming on!
not being able to go barefoot at home or in the office.
Head colds.
Children with head colds.
Not realizing your 4 year old is being a huge pain because she feels crappy because she is getting a head cold.
You get the idea. On the up side, no snow here, and on Monday I rode my bike! Whee! My sister, visiting from nowhere, ohio said of Portland winters: “it is never that bad, it is just never good.”
Amen – and ditto to all of the above. I have enough trouble getting out of bed at 5-something in the morning even without that wall of chilly air! And my son. Needs. To. Go. OUTSIDE.
The booting and suiting up of the children every single time we go out is most definitely getting old. The bland produce – awful. Last night my husband and I were eating a salad and he was like, “the tomatoes aren’t that bad.” I tried one. And pointed out that if he meant “not that bad” in an “edible and not 100% horrendous” way then I supposed he was right.
The thing I hate most though is feeling like every time we leave the house someone gets sick. When everyone is finally well enough to get out and about, it just results in a new germ coming in.
Amen Sista! You’re singing to the choir here.
This is great! I may have to come up with a list of my own. I may do that AFTER we get slammed with another 6-12 inches tonight. (Could make for a better list.)