No, I’m not talking about dandruff. I think that would require me to have hair … or maybe a scalp for that to even be a concern.
I’m talking about snow. Now, before you start jumping to conclusions, I just want to say: Snow during the month of December is, for the most part, acceptable. It adds a certain, unexplainable, magical essence to my holiday season. Snow after December? No thank you. Snow BEFORE December? Umm, heck no!
Alas, I am but a slave to my boy (he is the sweetest kid in the world after all) and got drug out into the snow for a chilly morning of “fun.”
The boy is obviously having a great time (can’t you tell by that fake, painful smile?) but I got snow in places that are downright painful … like my eye sockets.
This is my attempt at going down the slide. Somehow I managed to completely miss the actual slide. I never said I was athletic …
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