I am a “fan of fair weather” – as opposed to being a “fair weather fan”. Being a “fan of fair weather” means I spend winter dreading getting out of the house. It means I bitch incessantly when putting on boots. It means I have to go back into the house four f-ing times to get everything I can’t seem to get the first trip to the garage, since my vision is blocked by the four tons of crap I have to wear to get from the house to the garage so my teeth won’t chatter upon opening the door to leave.
Yesterday morning’s light snow and 17 degree weather was not welcomed by me. However, my Bernese mountain dog and my daughter were both thrilled and spent an hour outside playing and waiting for me to get my act together.
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