Every Winter it’s the same: the warmer I want to be is directly disproportionate to how stylish I look.
The other night Captain and I are getting dressed for a tree lighting ceremony. It’s two hours long. I ask him,
“What’s happening for two hours?”
“I don’t know.”
There was dancing, singing and a lot of thanking people I’d never heard of. There was also fake snow falling. With Hanukkah we light the candles and get on with our lives.
I don’t want to be cold. I hate being cold. I put on my sleeping bag coat. It looks exactly like what would happen if you sewed sleeves and pockets on a winter white sleeping bag. I know it’s not sexy, but that still doesn’t stop me from asking Captain,
“Does this look ok?”
“Oh yeah, you look like…”
“A snow bunny?!”
“Yeah, that’s what I was going to say.”
“What were you going to say?”
“I was going to say you look like a snowman.”
“Are you going to blog about this?”