Dearest December,

Hi. Welcome to boise. Today we woke up to your delicate snow. A lot of it. 

Remember when we lived in Rexburg and you brought snow by the foot every year? 

Remember how I would slip on the ice at least once every winter? 

Remember how I had to bundle up for company rehearsal during the freezing morning before the sun was even close to up?

Remember all that? 

Well. I was wondering if you could maybe take it down a notch. 

I know you're all excited about Christmas and decorating for this, the most festive month of the year, but one of the reasons Gid and I love Boise is because the winters aren't as awful as they were in Rexburg. I'm just sayin', December. 

Could you maybe tone it down just a little?

I woke up with an awful cold, and I feel like a tranquilized bear; grouchy and achy all over. My boss called to tell me that he didn't want me to risk the roads and suggested that I go build a snowman. I was 1/2 relived because I felt so miserable, but 1/2 sad because that meant I would be missing yet another day of work, and I have a dirty feeling it'll be reflected on my paycheck. 

I spent the morning sleeping and watching lifetime movies while in my bathrobe and slippers. I used to watch lifetime movies with my roommates in college, December. Those were good times. We loved to make fun of the predictable plots and the incredibly bad acting. It was like a little reunion of myself and lifetime. I basically said, "Hi Lifetime, nice to see you again. Your movies are still crap. Nice of you to keep up the tradition." Then I took a nap. 

Thank goodness for husbands who buy me fancy kleenex, orange juice, white chocolate covered oreos and ice cream to make me feel better. Thank goodness for them, december.  

Anyway, sorry to welcome you in such a stuffy voice. I hope you enjoy your stay here. 

warmest regards,

alyssa