It almost snowed in East Texas on Wednesday. Almost, but not quite. It did get cold enough for the handle on my car door to freeze shut! That was kind of exciting. And by exciting, I mean because it hardly ever happens. Make no mistake - I hate cold weather, I hate snow, I hate slush, I hate having to wear socks to bed. I am a confirmed Summertime Gal, and no amount of holiday cheer or winter wonderland is ever going to change me. Bah humbug to all that.
My boss lady brought wassail into work today, and it has warmed my heart. Have you heard of wassail? I hadn't until I moved to Texas, but I'm glad to have been enlightened. It almost makes winter okay. Almost.
It's almost the weekend. I'm excited for the weekend, as usual, but this one should be especially good. It will involve tons of baking, lots of coffee, long dog walks, crafty nights with friends, manicures, and drinks, and a latke party. Yes, yes. Good times ahead.
Oh yeah, and I got a haircut a few weeks ago. My hair-artist used product and a blow dryer, and somehow managed to sculpt my hair into this pile of unaccustomed gorgeousness. It has not looked like this since, but I'm thinking it might be fun to, I don't know, experiment with my femininity once in a while. This ponytail is getting old.