Marrying George Clooney

full disclosure:
i am not an outdoor-sie type o’ gal. i’m the kind of girl who waves to her husband from inside the house when he’s in his garden. i wave and smile and give him a huge thumbs up. i knock on the window and in my own personal sign language i tell him that i love him and that he’s got some dirt on the side of his mouth and i gesture for him to wipe it off. and in the fall i watch the leaves change their color from my office, and i smile, and i stare, and i think, how beautiful autumn slash fall is. and then of course, in the dead of summer, i sit in front of my air conditioner with a fly swatter and i think how silly that everyone is sitting outside, lounging by their pools, gossiping with their friends at the beach swatting the flies and bugs away from their face, when they too could be cool and making believe their swatting flies with a fabulous handmade fly-swatter…
which brings me to the snow today.
i am sitting indian style on my bed, typing this blog while watching the snow fall outside. it’s a continual blur of white. it’s non-stop.
and even though i wasn’t really planning on going outside to make a snowman, or sled, or make snow-cones with wine, or slushies, or make snow angels face down or face up or sideways… even though i was content watching from my bedroom window.
this definitely, without a doubt, goes under the category:
LESS IS FRICKIN’ MORE.