Promise Me You Have Heat

I know, I know - don't you just hate it when bloggers talk about the weather?

Well tough noogies, because if you want a post out of me, it is going to be about the weather.

And Tadpoles? Raise your hand if you're cold. One...Two...Three....One Hundred and Fifty nine....Okay - that pretty much covers the whole of the United States and Canada. And my beloved Canadian Tadpoles? No playing the hero card. If you got slapped with whatever front came through here then you are cold too. Admit it. You're hardy, we know, we get it - but THIS is COLD. I don't care where you live. But I still love you. heehee

This is insufferable.  No, actually it's kind of cruel. To go from 50 degrees and a jacket over a sweater on Sunday to a "I can't see the freezing mark from here" and telling your husband "I don't care how long you pre heat that car I don't need [insert some life giving item here] that bad" kind of Tuesday.  Yeesh. Cold.

And if you have visited with me for any amount of time you know how I feel about cold. I don't mind it - but dangit it had better snow if I have to freeze my beehoohoo off with it. I want payoff for having to dress in 8 layers, okay? [Side note: My old clothes fit for the first time in over 10 months.  Of course they fit, I am wearing all those layers under them.::wink::] I want a redo, or at least a refund on this winter because as of January 22 we haven't had one flake of snow. Not one. And I am starting to grumble a little bit.

There aren't many things I like about living in Virginia, but if I had to pick the one thing that heads the list of why I do like living here it is changing of the seasons.  The greening of spring, the flowers blooming and the birds returning from their vacation down south. Everything coming back to life. Then there is the warmth of summer. The heat and humidity, which I enjoy - hey, we have air conditioning everywhere, it isn't like anyone really suffers anymore [unless they work outside, they get a pass]. I love the pool and the beach and our garden producing the summer's finest.  And the fall. Wow, the autumn here is great. All the trees changing colors, the brisk air, school starting back up and Friday football games in full swing.  I love them all and I like that Virginia does them just right.

But winter?  Not a fan of cold, in fact, I have never been a fan of cold. I have been fighting my whole adult life with a body that has a hard time staying warm and the winter is sometimes hard to take. But, BUT - winter is completely doable if we get snow.  It is worth spending hours in my space heater-heated bathroom and looking like the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man in all these layers if it snows. And not an inch or two dusting. I want a full on, close the schools, Pooldad is off from work, flights are cancelled and the shelves are bare of milk, bread and snow shovels kind of snow!

So when our thermometer reads in the single digits without windchill and it is still dropping there had best be precipitation in my forecast. Okay, winter? Yooohooo! I want snow or warm it up already buddy, okay?

Because the only thing more homicidal grumpy than a cold Skippy? Is a cold Skippy without snow. Harrumph.

Stay warm Tadpoles. We'll see ya' on the other side of the cocoa mug. ::grin::

Edited to add at 2:15 am - Okay, now I am just ticked off. One of the hardest things to do in a cold home is homemade bread. It is a good trick to get the dough to raise not once, but twice.  Tonight it took me 7 hours to do what usually takes me 3 hours, at best.  That wouldn't be so bad, except I was ready to go to bed 4 hours ago, but had to wait to cook these bad boys. I put them in, forgot to set the timer and sat down to write this post.
::hanging my head in failure::
Well, what do you think happened?  I burned them. Sigh. Oh, well. I am off to bed now. Roll-less and cold. ::sniff, sniff:: G'night.