Holy crap, we’re getting a lot of snow here. In April! In Southern California! Don’t you wish you were getting our snow too?

No?

Canadians and anyone who lives north of like Missouri, my hat’s off to you getting your children into snow clothes. I mean, am I unusual in this? It takes longer to put on these damned snow clothes–the bib, the socks, the boots, the gloves, the hats or hoods, the optional ski goggles–than it does to actually play outside.

I keep telling Thaddeus–

Me: “When we move to Canada you’re going to have to do this by yourself.”

Thaddeus: “Are we moving to Canada?!”

Me: “No, but if we were, you’d have to do these freakin’ mittens yourself.”

Thaddeus: “I can’t do them myself!”

Me: “Keep whining and we’re moving to Canada.”

Also tonight we’re having frozen pizza for dinner. Never in my life have I looked forward to frozen pizza more than tonight. It’s snowing, it’s cold, and I’m lazy and don’t want to cook. Frozen pizza basically ticks all my boxes here.