I'm just saying. . . . . . .

Open letter to who ever want’s to read.
Last night was delicious. Boyd scheduled a couples massage.
After I arrived home from work we changed and headed to the Massage Salon.

It was amazing. We stopped to get a bite to eat then went home for a soak.

It is just the way I like it. The air was so cold, you could bite it.

I love that feeling of putting your teeth together and sucking i

n a mouthful of cold air that has a definite taste of winter to it.

I’m a little excited for the storm tonight.

I love watching the snow pile up.

I like watching vehicles try to get up

the street I live on. (it's steep and I know it

shouldn't provide me with any sort

of pleasure because Boyd usually

has to go out and help them

dig out - but it's still enjoyable.

I've seen a school bus come down

my street SIDEWAYS!

it's exhilarating!)

I love the sort of "magic pink" glow

the air has when there is snow on the ground.

I can’t remember ever having a “blizzard warning” in the 35+ years
I’ve lived up here.

It makes me want to hunker down and watch the weather from the
safety of my kitchen with a warm bowl of soup, some crusty bread and some hot cocoa with whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top.

Good Luck everyone driving home
this afternoon.