I know I shouldn’t be sur­prised, and I’m not really sur­prised, but I am dread­ing the cold weather. When I talked to my mom the other day and she told me that two inches of snow were pre­dicted for the area where she lives, all I could do was wrin­kle my nose and think how hard it would be to cart around two kids once it got snowy, cold, and icy. In fact, as I write this now, I’m wrin­kling my nose again. Yuck. Maybe I can get Jason to change pro­fes­sions and become a resort man­ager or a golf course groomer/manager so we would have to live some­where that it was warmer for most of the year. Not likely, but a girl can dream.