Yuca Bar this morning and even though no one else (except A.) could join me, I was planning to head down there anyway. Until I woke up and saw the blanket of snow that was - and still is - falling outside. A. didn't even get up until past noon so that plan was scrapped.
Disappointed and stubborn as I am, I decided to go outside anyway, on principle. This silly snow isn't going to keep me cooped up in the house all day, nuh uh! So I put on my sneakers, grabbed an umbrella and went out into the slush and wind. Three blocks later, my sneakers were soaked, my toes frozen, and I was cursing my decision to brave the elements. I ducked into Starbucks for a cup of caramel apple spice and thaw myself back to life.
"You know, this is the perfect weather to just stay in bed and cuddle," A. said before I explained some nonsense about being stir crazy and not wanting to nap and bum around all day. Don't you just hate it when men turn out to have a point, leave you to your devices, and then wait until you realize they were probably right?