Crap. I mean, yay.

At 27 degrees, a tennis ball does not bounce very well.

Dogs don't care.

Ugly sweater tomorrow at school.

I'm so proud.

Tut tut, it looks like snow.

Too cold to ride, too cold to snow.

SIGH!
If I can't ride, I would at least like to frolic.

Currently 23 degrees

Expected high of 32. Break out the bikinis!

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

when I'm sixty-four?