Snow

I can't smell snow coming like Lorelei can. But I feel the same way she does about it. There's another episode (I think when she's dating Max) where she talks about how magic snow is. Every year, we get at least one snowfall that feels just like that. This year's perfect snow was on Friday night.

It technically wasn't our first snowfall of the year. We got a decent amount of snow a few weeks ago, but it wasn't the good kind of snow. I don't know how to describe it, but it just wasn't right. It was wet and heavy and left a layer of ice underneath it and was really really cold. Although I did hear that a bunch of people in Wicker Park had a huge, impromptu snowball fight and was sad I didn't know about it. But it really wasn't the kind of snow that felt like magic.

Friday's snow was magic. It started snowing during school, and all after-school activities were cancelled. I know it's crazy, but I love that feeling of everyone brushing the snow off of their cars in the parking lot after school/work. Actually, I was sad that no one was at the cars closest to me; they definitely would've gotten hit with snowballs. It was the perfect snow for packing.

This was my first time driving my Subaru in serious snow. My car is a beast. Everyone else's wheels were spinning, and I just pulled out like it was no big deal. There was only one moment where I felt my car slide a little. I love my car. Although, not to brag or anything, but I think I'm a pretty great snow driver. :)

My 35 minute commute took two and a half hours. No big deal. I stopped at Target to stock up on supplies so I could be a hermit this weekend and made sure I had a full tank of gas. My only mistake was all the Diet Coke I drank; I was about to pee my pants when I got home. But it was fun. I texted my friends (and got yelled at for doing so), watched Glee on my phone, and had a dance party, which ended up entertaining other drivers as well. When I got home, I trudged across the street to the park and made snow angels. I laid there in the snow and caught snowflakes on my tongue. It was bliss. I wished there was someone to have a snowball fight with, or go sledding with. But the park was quiet, so I headed home, humming that ridiculous song "Snow" from White Christmas. I paused at the door and giggled to myself; there was a clear set of footprints leading from the door of my building to the snow angels. I imagined people walking by and wondering about the person who lives here who plays in the snow.

Then I went into hermit mode. I read the latest Victoria Dahl book. (LOVE her!) Today I cleaned my apartment and made these absolutely amazing Hungry Girl cupcakes that are only 4 Weight Watcher points each. I talked to my beloved Paula for over an hour for the first time since she had the twins. I watched Ghost Adventures and read Bittersweet. Tomorrow I'm going to two church services (long story), watching football, and making Valentine's decorations for my windows. After a busy weekend last week (I'll post about my brunch as soon as I can find my camera cord to upload pics!) and a busy weekend next week (Cortnee is coming to town!), this was perfection.

And it was so much better because of the snow.