LONGING FOR A WHITE CHRISTMAS

It’s no secret that every time we go back to Indiana for a visit, both MHS and I can’t help but entertain the idea of moving back.  We generally go back in the fall before the wicked, evil below zero temps set in.  Cool crisp fall days.  Really, there’s nothing better.  Football should be enjoyed with a nip in the air.  Morning coffee just tastes better when your toes are cold.  Scarves.  Boots.  Nuff said.
Knowing that I have the occasional longing for a life that includes more seasons than summer and well….almost but not quite summer, friends from Indiana like to tease me when the flurries arrive. 
Today on my way to work, I received this in a text message from Beauty with the caption, “Don’t you miss this?”


About an hour later, I received another picture from The Saint and The Biker Nazi’s #1 Son.
 
Between you and me, I do miss it.  Those first few snow flakes always set my heart aflutter.  The promise of a snow day teasing me with ideas of reading a good book under a handmade afghan on the sofa.  The luxury of an unplanned break from work or school.  Yeah, I miss it.  I do. 
So I responded to my friends taunting.  After all, they should have the pleasure of knowing that they did it.  They got to me this time. 
My response:

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BOOYAH!

Hugs,

Smart Mouth Broad