Thursday, January 20, 2011

Sealed With A Kiss

Dear Winter,

I love you.

You're beautiful.



You give me paid days to stay home with my little lovies and drink hot chocolate.

But I wouldn't mind you taking off a little early this year. Like in the next week or two? When the phrase "snow day" is no longer in my vocabulary?

Yours truly,

P.S. Is this too much to ask for?

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