Winter

After the very dismal non-winter of last year, Mother Nature decided that we needed some real snow this year. And to that I say woohoo! OK, it helps that I bought my new car at exactly the right time. I get to plow through the snow with my four-wheel drive while keeping nice and warm and comfy with my heated seats. I don't have to shovel, since my HOA takes care of that (or at least they're supposed to), and I can drive from my garage to covered parking at work and only step outside in the cold when I go to Zumba—and that's worth a run through the snow any day. There were two or three weeks there when it got bad. Smog and temperatures that never get above 12 are bad.

I took this one day and sent it to my brother in Las Vegas (I didn't pull over fast enough to get the picture when it said -1). I don't think he was jealous. I kind of wanted to just stay in my pajamas and curl up with hot chocolate in front of my fireplace all day. But look at what else winter brings:

That is the biggest icicle I've ever seen in real life. Crazy. And just when I was starting to think I'd never see the sun again, another big snowstorm came and ushered out all the junk. I don't care what you think about winter; when you come home to this after three weeks of staring at and breathing in a gray soupy mess, you've got to be happy.

See, there is blue sky out there. Fabulous! Now if only I could find a day to go skiing.