Snowflakes That Stay on My Nose and Eyelashes

So, it snowed yesterday. It was wicked sweet. And not because it snowed, I usually hate the cold. In fact, I still hate the cold. But Tessie, Jeff, and I went sledding. That was wicked sweet. We tried using laundry baskets. Just so you know, that doesn't work. Lids work very well, especially when you lay on your stomach. I hadn't been sledding in quite some time. I miss that old hill in Emmett. I miss Dan dragging my sled up the hill for me, because I was a sissy little girl. Anyway, sledding was awesome.
But now, the snow is just sitting there, being cold and dismal. And my mother is driving to see me today, and she had better be careful.
I think that, since we moved to St. Marys, the only way I've been able to enjoy snow has been through my window. It's still beautiful to me, I just can't sled. What I really want right now is a big, comfy chair by a roaring fire, a mug of hot chocolate, a soft blanket, a copy of Les Miserables, and Jennie curled up on my feet. Maybe someone to rub my back between chapters. And some mint-flavored chocolates. And Adam or Shane playing piano in the background. That's all I want. If only I had a fireplace, it might actually be feasible...