I must be masochistic

Now, don't get me wrong. I love a finger in the eye just as much as the next guy. And I must admit, the sight of 80,000" of snow sparkling in the morning sunlight is a beautiful thing. It's actually turning out to be a fun activity of ice-skating to and from the garage every time we have to leave/enter the house. In fact, I'm starting to look forward to wasting half of each day bundling children in and out of boots, jackets, hats, mittens and scarves in order to do anything that involves *gasp* leaving the house. My youngest doesn't hit nearly as high a decibal as she used to every time I go near her with her winter coat and I'm kind of missing that little 'pop' my ears used to do when she'd hit a high C.

But today I just could NOT ignore the little voices in my head repeating over and over again, "Why on Earth do I chose to live in the Midwest?!" Today it hit 30 and it felt like a heat wave. Winter, here's to you babe!: