That sweater was actually a light blue when we started Christmast tree hunting...j.k.
Over the weekend, I was talking to one of my oldest, most fantastic, and brilliant friends, Nikki, who recently moved to San Francisco with her boyfriend Nate. Throughout our scheduled one hour+ phone date, we hit on every topic from book clubs to American Idol, but somewhere in the middle touched upon how strange and un-Christmas-like it is to look out our windows and not see snow during this Holiday season. As Wisconsin girls (Nikki prefers Winnesotan), it hardly feels like Christmas without frigid temperatures, puffy coats, the metrodome collapsing, and thinsulate mittens.
In an effort to preserve my Midwestern-ness, I was the first person banging down the doors of Hobby Lobby on the day after Thanksgiving to buy asbestos-ish spray snow to adorn our windows with. I’m pretty sure Matt finds this Midwestern fanaticism mildly humorous while reveling in the fact that we are looking out our windows at palm trees while my dad is telling me that “the interstates are pretty clear” after Minnesota’s 5th largest snow storm in history this past weekend. (more…)
