|This is what my car looked like on January 3, 2010.|
I find what I've always wanted - make my bid- and if I've been a good girl, Santa comes down the chimney (or via Fed Ex) - in the middle of February.
Last week I discovered what I've always wanted, but didn't know I needed until I found it on eBay.
A goose-down feather filled bathrobe. Imagine. I've survived 63 winters without one.
|Thank you, Santa.|
Any day now - any moment, actually - the doorbell will ring, I'll rush to answer - and there it will be; packed in a big, brown box.
Christmas in February.
I write this in the dead of winter in Minnesota. I haven't been warm in over six months. Granted. We've had a mild winter this year. But a "mild" Minnesota winter assumes only twenty, thirty days with below-zero wind chill.
Trust me. Some of us escape to Arizona. Others scoot to Florida. We do what we do for one reason only. We're Minnesotans. We're frickin' cold.
And a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.
If the Ebay seller is telling me the truth, I'll get my bathrobe in three days; plenty of time to snuggle by the fire and knit that mohair sweater I promised to finished by Easter.