I know it’s lovely. It truly is. We even had the first white Christmas these parts have seen in something like 600 years. It was dreamy. And though I know I should be content in today (and I am) I’m really excited about tomorrow. It always happens to me this time of year. I blame it on clothing store marketers. They know that once Christmas is over, they should quickly release their spring clothing lines so that every sorry sucker like me will start dreaming of bare feet and sand. I’m not proud of it, but somewhere around the 50th time that I am wrapping duct tape around my sons’ ankles to keep out the snow, I start thinking bare feet sounds a little easier.
Look at poor little Thomas on the end of that line. He looks like Ralphie’s little brother from the movie A Christmas Story. Poor kid. He gets all his sister’s leftovers. Lucky for us, he is still too young to know that he looks ridiculous.
But so is boogie boarding in the waves when the temperature is 90 degrees.