At the stroke of midnight, I waxed philosophical. Maybe the bubbles from my sparkling limeaide went to my head or maybe it was the shock and awe of embarking upon twenty-ten, but I looked to FringeMan and said,
“This will be the year that prepares us for the rest of our lives.”
And I meant it.
Despite what FringeKid thinks.
I could almost put it in a fortune cookie, but you know how I feel about Chinese food.
So I pillowed my head, thinking about all the opportunities 2010 holds.
At the sound of a snowblower, I awoke to the first flakes of the new year.
I’m the type of person that gets cabin fever.
I just cannot sit in the house for more than a day or else I get nutty.
I should be living in a state full of sunshine, iced-coffees, and flip-flops.
But I live in a world of boots, snow plows, and dirty floors.
I’m waiting for my fortune cookie to tell me to go to the Bahamas.
Until then, I’ll make the best of the snow.
Have I ever gotten more carried away with photos?
I don’t think so.