Sunday, December 20, 2009

A future of flurries

One day I am going to live in a place where my front porch looks like this.
And my street looks like this.
And my bushes look like this.
This is my cousin's house. Well, John's cousin's house. In Pennsylvania.

Being snowed in sounds pretty darn nice right now.

Fortunately, John likes snow too. So these dreams are much more likely to become reality.

Although, if I may say, it was chilly this morning at the park. I needed tennis shoes and a zip-up. And Emma's paws did get the car all dirty. For the first time, we understood the concept of a mud room.
70 and sunny here in San Diego. For now, I am content with that.

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