Nipping

The cold has come despite all my prayers and muttered expletives. Damn. I thought I'd have it this time. Perhaps global warming would mean something other than the eventual demise of the human race and our beloved planet. Oh, if only it meant sunshine and T-shirts in December, Popsicles being ingested rather than forming on our awnings.

In lew of all my bitching, I've decided to embrace this winter season. I only need a few things for this embrace to come full circle: skis and a ski pass. I'm hoping that I can take full advantage of this snow season and hit the slopes again; me on my skis, carving down the mountain, Erik on his board whipping behind, the sun on our faces, the hot chocolate piping hot in the lounge. Oh glorious ski days!

I'm also looking forward to snow angels, snow ball fights, sledding, snuggling fireside and ice skating. I just hope my blood thickens a bit so I'm not miserable why trying to attempt each. What can I say? I've always had a sensitivity to cold, no matter how many woolen sweaters and long john undershirts I layer on.

Plus, the American holiday season is something I hadn't experienced in two years, so I'm excited to get into the throngs of that! Mistletoe and elves, reindeer and Christmas specials -- the excitement!

So take that , Jack Frost! I'm ready, damn it. With chattering teeth or not, I'm ready.