All other holiday preparations are well underway - I got an email from a wicked, evil woman the other day, hawking the annual Chocolate DRENCHED Peacans and other assorted treats. Manna from heaven that chocolate - I may as well slather them on my hips as eat 'em, because they're going the same place. Every catalog that lands in the mailbox offers everything from soup to nuts. How do these people know my weakness so well? Darn those web cookies anyway!
According to the Southern-born skiier in the house, all we need is snow, but since I've moved this far South for warmer weather it hardly seems fair that the skies would even consider opening up and letting loose with a blanket of the frozen mush. Thanks, but no. One of these winters, I'll drag him to Iowa for a full winter - not the usual week long visit that's only sticking your toe in the cold, oh, no. Two months minimum - at LEAST!! THEN we will see who wants snowy cold......
