I recently picked this Old Navy sweatshirt dress up at my local thrift store. It's a size too big, but that only adds to the so-comfy-it's-stupid factor. I could jazz this up with a belt and chunky heels and wear it to work. Don't dare me, I might really do it.
Know what else is a little stupid? The amount of snow we've had this year (already!). We live in a 1st floor condo unit. All the snow gets plowed into our "yard" and is now encompassing the 2 closest parking spaces as well. I've been tempted to break out my skiis and hit the slopes right outside my patio door.
The one great thing about the snow pile(s) is that it has served as a barrier for Miles. Steve shoveled him a little area around the side of the building where he can do his business. As much as Miles doesn't seem to mind snow, he also does not like to be in it over his head. Unfortunately, the snow has become so packed and hard lately that my curious pup is venturing beyond his designated area...without a leash...and will only come once he's realized how cold he is. I call him, offer treats, whistle, but he's way more interested in digging for rabbit poop.
The snow may hold a 15lb. Pug, but it certainly won't hold me. If I want my dog back anytime soon, I have wade into the thigh-deep snow to retrieve him. One time. That's all it took. He was back on the leash. And I was wet, and cold, and just a little ticked.