open letter
Dear Cold Weather,
Please grace us with your presence again. I jinxed myself by writing about how much I love to sleep with my window open and now you’ve decided to visit Nebraska or somewhere equally desolate, but nothing you do will make me take the down blanket off the bed again until at least February. I’ll roast before I’ll give in! Ha!
Seriously, I like my winter coat. I like to wear boots without sweating through my socks. I like to drink hot cocoa without having to sit next to a rotating floor fan.
I would threaten to move to Nebraska, but we all know that’s a load of fish poop.
Love,
my sweltering self
ps. I’d like to see these jammies more than four or five times this year, mkay?
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-Philip