It is cold. So cold, in fact, that if there was any moisture in the air, Ray would have had her snow wish granted last night (OK, not really, but I could have passed frost on the ground off as snow).
Through this cold snap I have learned that Ray does not like long pants. Nor does she like big sweaters. Her biggest complaints: "I can't see my legs!" and "This sweater is too big! And, I am too little!" I also have realized that I have nowhere near enough winter clothes that fit me since I am nowhere near the skinny chick I was before having two children (which was the last time I had to wear winter clothes).
So, now I must diet. Because I refuse to go buy a whole new winter wardrobe that I will only need to wear about once a year.
The good news is that it is supposed to be 80 degrees on Sunday, so we just may go to the beach. Which is why I moved to Florida.
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