In case anyone was wondering, it’s officially winter in Chicago.
I used to say that I missed Chicago winters. I missed the snow, and the brisk air, and being able to layer up on hats and scarves. I look really great in hats. But I was delusional when I said these things, because it’s effing cold out there and I would give my right pinky toe to be in the Bahamas right now. I don’t know why or how my right pinky toe would get me to the Bahamas. But if it means that I can be sipping an umbrella’d drink on a white sandy beach listening to nothing but the ocean waves, I won’t argue or ask any questions.
Though until someone rolls over to me with that offer, I will just sip my peppermint white mocha (a beverage that I would never drink in anything but cold weather) and dream of Chicago in the summer. Which, while not a white sandy beach in the Bahamas, is quite awesome.
Unrelated side note: When in the history of the world has ‘Jenny’ ever been spelled with one ‘n’?