“The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love.” ~Margaret Atwood

I’ve got a few choice names for snow right about now.

I’d tell you what they are, but my frost-bitten fingers are struggling to type.

Is it sad that I’m looking forward to 35-degree weather this weekend? Yes. But I really am looking forward to it.

Another bright side: walking around the city is a much better workout when you’re basically walk-running to get to warmth as quickly as possible.

Sorry I’ve been MIA this week. Gatsby puked on my Snuggie and I haven’t had a chance to wash it yet, so in order to type, I would have to pull my arms out from under my blanket and that’s just not happening. But I’ll be back next week!

I hope everyone has a fabulous “Celebrate-Valentine’s-Day-Now-Because-It-Falls-on-a-Monday-This-Year” weekend! I’ll be spending it with my two loves: Gatsby and champagne.

I think Will is going to be there too.

Cheers!