weird winter

For the first time in my life, I have really cute snowboots that I am dying to wear.

For the first time in my life, it is 43˚ on New Year’s Eve.

We have had no snow at all.  What’s up, northern Midwest?

I’m trying to enjoy this, but it’s actually kind of disconcerting.  My little snowbunny system can’t handle it.  It just feels so wrong.

I also have two new pairs of mittens, a new pair of gloves, a new scarf, a new silly cable-knit hat with earflaps, and a new Very Silly Sherlock Holmes Hat that I’d like to wear when I solve mysteries in the snow.  And new ice skates!  And it is the only December I have ever remembered when all those things were useless.  Bah humbug, indeed.