bad blogger: i blame winter

technically it's not winter's fault i haven't blogged. the thought of editing a dozen plus photos [most] every time i want to post seems overwhelming and it's easier to just dream up fun, whitty (photo free) posts in my head while i'm in the shower. (isn't that where all the BEST ideas are hatched?)

editing a dozen plus photos could POSSIBLY be easier if the sun was shining and the sky was blue. i'd feel happy, i'd be motivated...

so we're back to blaming winter

this is the view out my window right now

not that you can really tell from this pic, but strong, cold galeforce southerlies have moved in, and like dupree, show no sign of wanting to move on.

winter is only fun if you're tucked up with a blanket in front of a roaring fire, watching a soppy movie; children playing happily at your feet.

when i got up this morning - slightly hungover from the 50th we went to last night, this is what i heard from my youngest two:

"you could have gone around!"

"well, YOU could have moved your feet"!

"well, you could have gone AROUND!"

"well, you could have moved your FEET!"

"SHE pushed me!"

"I did NOT! i gave her a TINY tap on the back, and she fell down!"

(this was over feet up on a coffee table - earth shattering i know)

(i blame winter for my hangover also...)

so - to recap...

i blame winter.

i don't ski
i don't look good in fur
i hate the cold

winter is no friend of mine

i blame winter