|Ice crystals on my windshield|
I wore my new hat.
I also wore some socks he bought me on a recent trip to a Civil War store for reenactors. You didn't even know such a thing existed, did you? Well, it does. He brought home a pair of red and white stockings that go all the way up past my knees. Sexy 150 years ago looked a little different. No wonder Victoria was so keen to keep that secret.
I hadn't worn them but they seemed just the thing to wear under jeans with boots the other day as we headed out. This is how it looked.
But when I got home and was taking my boots off I realized just how Wicked Witch of the South it looked. I had to take a picture to share with you.
|Wicked sock & shoe combo|
Thank goodness I wasn't killed in a car crash. Can you imagine the wisecracks?
"I thought a house fell on her."
"I thought it was a twister not a snowstorm."
"If we find her broom we can sweep this mess up."
ba da bing!
We left the house.
We arrived at said restaurant.
We ate by the window.
We walked across the parking lot and got back in the car.
I saw this sign and laughed. Mr. Rogers would be sad.
We went home stacked a fire, lit it, I took pictures of my Wicked sock and shoe combo for y'all and put on comfortable, warm clothes.
Then... it snowed
|All this while my car was still warm enough for it to melt on the hood.|