I love winter.
I tell everyone I moved to Milwaukee for the weather (it's one of several reasons), but ever since I moved here, Iowa has had better winter storms. *mutter*
Like the country hick dork that I am, yesterday I went grocery shopping before breakfast and had all my weekend errands done before the snow started at noon. I canceled my frivolous social plans for the evening, made some chili, queued up some DVDs, and embroidered for about eight hours.
And this morning, I realize it wasn't that bad; all my friends--Milwaukee natives and southern transplants alike--had great fun without me and I feel like a wuss.
I'm just not getting the hang of this city-life thing.