Too cold outside for angels to fly

It's the first real snowstorm of the season.

By that, I mean that the snow is sticking to the roads and to the grass and everything looks magical. It also means that I curled up with some good music and cocoa today.

An anonymous someone scraped the windows of my car early this morning. I don't know who, but--thank you to the void. It made my morning.

Today at work my supervisor said, "Megan, you should leave early so you can get home before the weather gets too bad." I'm grateful for his thoughtfulness.

I'm also grateful that most people were driving carefully today.

I accidentally grabbed Vanilla yogurt instead of plain yogurt at the store the other day. I only found out at breakfast this morning. I am okay with this.

The Toll House Cookie Dough package has a sign in bold letters that says, "DO NOT CONSUME RAW COOKIE DOUGH." Umm, just going to conveniently avoid that warning . . .

We're putting up Christmas decorations (and by that, I mean Becky is putting together the Christmas tree) while watching Miracle on 34th Street. The old one, of course.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.