I may or may not be quite bitter about the spat of snow we had lately. Snow. In the words of Cher Horowitz, it’s “a full on Monet.” Sure, from far away it’s beautiful, but up close and personal it’s a big ole mess. I’m not a fan of winter in general. Sure there are lots of “activities” and “fun” and “major heart warming holidays,” but I’d much rather read a book on a porch with a comfortably warm breeze idly ruffling by. In that scenario I imagine the wind flirting with the effortless waves of gorgeous hair I have flowing... Read More