I'm Never Eating Chocolate Again.

I stole the last Werther's last night. Then I felt bad and wanted to give it back. 

TC is a better person that I, seeing as he left it on the counter for me this morning when he found it taped to the back door.

You know you've got a good man when he shows up with flowers on Valentine's Day.

Even better when it's an arrangement with tons of bright, springy colors, just the way you like it.

Add some chocolates into the mix, forget about going to the gym and you've got a great Valentine's day.

Especially if your husband heard your prayers and brought Bailey's and coffee home with him.

The plan to build a snowman didn't pan out -- crappy snow, I guess. Too bad because I had a red potato cut up for the nose.

Not one to waste perfectly good alcohol (that would be abuse), we took our coffees out for a little walk in the woods.

Nothing like drunk stumbling though the snow with your beloved.

Just kidding, we weren't drunk and we weren't stumbling. Man, give me some credit.

Happy Valentine's Day!

It's Like Antarctica.

I would like to point out the temperature this morning.

This is how jaded I have become -- I didn't think -19C was too miserable. Sure, it's cold but no colder than it was a week or so ago.

See, I'm from the South which means 1) I only deal in Fahrenheit and 2) I only know warmer temperatures.

Seriously cold temperatures just don't exist in the Florida and Georgia so I have no reference for what 20F feels like. The only truly cold temperatures I have ever experienced have been here in Canada, in Celsius.

What I'm trying to say is that -19C is cold. I know that. However, I didn't know just how cold it was until I made a fatal mistake this morning. I hit the Fahrenheit button in my car.

HOLY CRAP! -3 degrees!

I almost had a meltdown. I'm not sure I really knew negative Fahrenheit temperatures existed outside of Antarctica.

In that moment, I went from being regular cold to being so damn cold that I almost had to go crawl back in bed, call in sick and immediately book a flight to Miami.

I felt like the icicles in my nose were slowly suffocating me.

I was convinced my finger tips were black with frostbite.

I was sure that when I took my feet out of my boots my toes would be left behind, frozen to the fur lining.

I knew, I just knew, that there was no way I was possibly going to make it to work without dying a frosty death.

It's crazy how the same temperature became exponentially worse when it was put into a language I understood. For my own mental stability I will never, I repeat never, convert low temperatures to Fahrenheit again.

Amazingly, I did survive, toes and fingers and nasal parts intact. Apparently I'll live to see another frosty day.

Maybe tomorrow I'll embrace the cold and go snowshoeing.

Better yet, maybe I'll build a snowman!

Nothing says Happy Valentine's Day like drinking hot chocolate with Baileys while building a snowman with my favorite Canadian.




Dear TC, Can you please pick up some Bailey's tomorrow? Loooooove you. 

Saturday.

Saturday was designated as a a school work day for me. A snow storm was coming so the plan was for The Canadian to head out skiing while I stayed home for some peace and quiet study time. This was the perfect arrangement, skiing in a storm isn't really my thing and I had a lot of work to do.

When Serge arrived to pick up TC the weather wasn't working in their favor. As in, it was raining. Pretty much the opposite of good ski weather. The boys settled in to watch the radar and even did a quick snow dance. Why did I not get a video of that?!





While they were waiting for the weather to change they decided to entertain themselves with a few rounds of dominos. I can't resist a good game, so homework went out the window and I put my game face on.





Do y'all play Mexican Train? Greatest game ever, I tell ya.





I was first introduced to it at a weekend-long bachelorette party a few years ago. From there I took the game back to my friends in Florida where we spent many a night playing dominos in the humid evenings, sitting on the porch and drinking beer. TC and I have now brought it to Canada. At this point I think most of our friends have their own set of dominos.





Each person takes a bunch of dominos to start and the object is to get rid of your dominos first. This is accomplished by laying down your dominos one at a time to form a 'train' of dominos.

Occasionally, you won't be able to play which allows the other players the opportunity to lay dominos on your perfectly planned out train. This can be a good thing or a bad thing.





Strategy is definitely involved but there is a good bit of luck involved too. When I'm winning, it's my favorite game on Earth. When I'm loosing, I never ever want to play it agin and it's the stupidest game of all time. Usually, it's the ladder.





Anyway, in the midst of our friendly competition the temperature dropped and the rain slowly turned to snow. Eventually, Serge was satisfied that the storm was rolling in and the boys headed out to the mountain.

I begged and I pleaded but they insisted I be a good little student and get my essays written. Party poopers.

Trying to further delay their departure I made them pose for a parting photo.





They're so mature.





Hey! Hey! You don't have to look so excited to be leaving me all by my lonesome. Jeez.

And if you're wondering, the green bean game continues. Imagine my surprise when I pulled my scarf off the hat rack only to have it slam into the wall. Last I checked, cashmere doesn't 'slam' into anything.