That 'four letter word'

Good evening, readers. . .

Have you looked outside your door yet?  Has 'it' started?

With the temperatures dipping dangeroulsy low tonight, it's safe to assume we Mainers are going to see some of that...you know...stuff.  I can't bring myself to say it - that bitter, cold, white, terrible four-letter-word. . .

*S-N-O-W*

There!  I said it! You happy!?!?  The censors will not be happy about this.

Knowing that the frosty temperatures linger outside my door on the regular now makes me reminisce about the very short time we spent in Florida.  It was a week of humid, hot, miserable heat.  But I didn't exactly hate it.  (I sort of...a little bit...enjoyed it).  Truth be told, I'd rather die of heat stroke over frost bite if given the choice.  And the kids have done nothing but talk about Florida since we left. 

Oh - those palm trees keep calling to me. . .
Amber, Amber, come back.  We miss you.  We can't stop thinking about you. . .
A girl can dream, can't she?

Well, I hope you are all prepared for the holiday season that is approaching.  I've been trying to scoop up some of the rare overtime hours that my job is offering so I can get my kiddos a couple of the prezzies they've really been wanting.  On top of that, we're trying to keep the oil tank sufficiently filled (damn heating bill!  I wouldn't have that if I was in FLORIDA!)  Or even Arizona. . .then it's only dry heat.  I'd take that.  I'd take that like a turkey takes stuffing on Thanksgiving.  But I digress.  Of course, moving takes money.  An ample supply of money.  Money I don't really have.  But oh!  If I had a million dollars.

If I had a million dollars. . .
. . .I'd be rich.