This morning I woke up to snow on the ground. I'm beyond thrilled. It's pretty easy to be thrilled by a snowfall when you don't have to get in a car and drive anywhere. Don't get me wrong, I've maneuvered that Camaro in some pretty interesting conditions with great success. It's all the other morons out there that are the problem. But that's not the topic of todays' blog.
As I was staring out the window at the snow covered seawall, I happened to notice two brave souls out jogging. I must admit I was very impressed. I could only imagine if I were to attempt such a daring feat. While I can guide a car through ice and snow with ease, guiding myself has proven to be problematic. My ex-husband used to call me Bambi On Ice. While it may sound cruel, it really is an accurate description. I've sky-dived, para-sailed even rode the 'Flying Fish' in Bali yet walking down a snow covered sidewalk is my most daring endeavor.
And don't tell me that 5" heels are not appropriate footwear in the snow. They're brilliant. All you do is dig that heel in and go.
Let it snow!
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