SMATTERING OF SNOW
I hate getting up. I might be a bit notorious among my friends for waking up cranky...but I tell you my whole family is like this. I am not sure what kind of happy annoying family you were raised in, but we Whitney's, we are late sleeping, non morning people S.O.B's.
Well, I married one of those happy annoying people, and he wakes up with a grin every.SINGLE.morning. He has accommodated to my morning ritual of "please don't talk to me unless you have a cup of coffee in your hand for me," so he usually doesn't bother me.
You can therefore imagine my surprise when I awoke today to the saint pulling back our curtain window to shine the sun directly in my face. Now, I have been getting up later than usual (which is already way later than the average person anyway), so I thought this was his sneaky way of waking me up to make him breakfast. Alas! It was not the case.
The goodly saint was waking his bride to reveal to her the season's first SNOW! I did not pop right out of bed, but I did snuggle back in with thoughts of snow and warm fuzzies. After about 15 minutes, I got up, threw on my boots and toque, and headed outside for a few shots.
This is not a serious snow, but it certainly counts as snow and by god...I'll honor it because it got me out of bed before 10 a.m. This is no small feat.
PS: Totally random and disgusting confession. I made a pot of coffee yesterday and didn't finish it. So today I noticed it still sitting there. Don't tell the saintly coffee and beverage snob, but I totally microwaved it and am now sipping on it. It's gross, in a really good diner way. Happy Wednesday!