There was a whole lotta rugby posted so far today. So for all of you that read this just for me, and skim the rugby, you know who you are, I thought I would confess how much I hate the cold.
I was born in Wisconsin. Have lived here all of my life, except for that wonderful few months in the South Pacific, and don’t plan on moving away. Because it’s awesome the majority of the year.
But I hate cold weather. There are very, very few things enjoyable about cold weather. And most of them amount to things happening in warm environs where you look out a window to see the cold, but you are still warm and snuggly. Like Christmas. Or the first snow (the other night already!).
Or I’ll admit last year’s Bockfest bonanza of beer in a blizzard was fun.
But that’s it.
And I don’t have a hat. I haven’t been able to find my winter stuff yet.
But I just saw a man I work with leaving for the day and he was wearing one of those big fuzzy fur hats with the flaps. My dad has one. And I would like one. A faux-fur one would be good.
And some hot chocolate. And moonboots. And a scarf. And since we’re making a wishlist, throw in a million dollars too. You know, for the kids.