I hate snow. I hate it. Actually, hate isn't a strong enough word. The puppies can't get off the porch because the steps have turned into a snow slide - that now needs to be shoveled. It's cold and we're stuck at home. I do believe this is the definition of hell. I moved away from the Midwest's blizzards for a reason. Snow and I do not get along. Side note: Where exactly is Spring? The good news is our farmers' markets will be starting soon! I really can't wait to get out and see everyone again. (please remind me of this post when it is 95 out with 80% humidity)
As I sit by the fireplace with Lizzy curled up next to me, I think we need to move to Napa. The wine soap maker at the California vineyards :) That is doable, right?
One can dream. Until then, there is little bath champagne in my plans for this evening.
Stay warm and safe everyone!