Watched The Year Without A Santa Claus with the wife and kids tonight. Hey, I love Christmas. Giving and receiving presents, the excitement on the kids' faces, even some of the whole peace on Earth vibe. All fun. But eight going on nine years of living in a northerly climate have taught me that when it comes down to it, I'm a Heat Miser kind of guy. A low of 60 is a beautiful thing.
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God, a week in AR every winter is bad enough, for me. @_@ I honestly don't remember how I survived South Dakota.
Yeah, that was amazing on your part. Those are sort of the mythical Lost Years of Rebecca's journey to the Great Plains. "Little Person on the Prairie."
Just to f***ing spite me after I posted this last night, I wake up this morning to see something like an inch of fresh snow on the ground.
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