I just keep telling people that it’s winter. Of course it’s cold. Just because there’s a little snow on the way, doesn’t mean that you need to run to the Weis and pick up toilet paper, bread and milk. You won’t perish if we get an inch of snow.
Did they expect to be wearing halter tops and shorts all year? Then, they freak out when they see me wearing shorts on a 55 F day. Uh, okay - if I never did that at home, I wouldn’t have enjoyed very much of the spring and summer.
Then, they ask me about the Igloos and the sled dogs.
Ach! Tradja!!! Well, at least any other year than this one (where we didn’t get snow til a few days before Christmas, when we usually get it in Sept., and now it’s Feb, where we usually have our "cold snap of 20-90 below, and instead it’s 40 [high summer to us!!]).
And NO fellow Alaskans who are snowmobile addicts and/or snowplow drivers, I do NOT feel the least bit guilty for being ecstatic over the unusually short and mild winter.
I love it, I Love It, I LOVE IT!!! (If it weren’t for my bf, I’d leave, and then I’d keep driving until when I said the word "snowshovel, the other person said “huh?” and that’s where I’d stay, lol).