On Monday morning, I scraped the frost off my car windows. Last night, I bought a new pair of gloves. This morning, my car told me it was 32 degrees outside.
Winter is on its way, and I couldn’t be more excited.
I like wearing scarves and gloves and coats and I can’t wait to wear my snow boots, which barely got any use last year.
And last, but not least, if I’m having a bad hair day, it gives me an excuse to cover it up with a hat and then call it hat-hair instead of bad hair.
Most people complain about the winter and dream of the hot summer sun, but I am the opposite. When the first snow falls, I feel almost as much excitement as I feel on Christmas morning.
In the summer, I am waiting for cooler weather, so bring it on Mother Nature. Bring it on.