Maybe another sign we should move to LA?

This morning, in the space of time it took me to get from my (super sexy) minivan to the edge of the parking lot, I started having a really hard time breathing. And I realized: my snot? It was frozen.

This morning the snow melted

and through my open window I could hear birds chipper chattering away in the branches of the tree next to my house. They sounded utterly jubilant and I dared to think the thought, "Could spring be coming?! Could it come early this year?!" And I skitted around the house cheerfully.

Upon which thought, it started to snow. And the birds became silent. (I don't know where they went.)

And so, this is what I had for lunch:

Just another reason to hate the friggin snow