It's January in Minnesota and its frosty. Truly icy. School is shut. Once more. Should turn the indoor regulator down to preserve characteristic assets (truly?). Indeed, the glass can either be half full or half discharge, people. Here is my endeavor at the half full perspective.
On the Bright Side: 15 Positive Things About the Polar Vortex
Pinot Noir matches pleasantly with any/every slow cooker formula out there. Trust me on this, I've attempted it.
Could Southerners legitimize Baileys in their morning espresso on a Tuesday? Indeed, perhaps. Be that as it may, not as effectively as possible.
Loose child rearing principles. Nobody will address you for not setting up play dates, children can stay in night wear throughout the day since they aren't going anyplace, there is no homework and you can divert bubbling water from the deck for the sake of science. Likewise, see above.
This winter will give our children some great stories to tell their children when they are folks. "Keep in mind that winter we made up days off into July and it was so chilly and lakes didn't defrost until June?... Now that was an icy winter." Wait... What?
You realize that last 5-10 pounds you need to lose? Fuhgeddaboudit. Nobody will see under your snow pants and down coat in any case. Single word: protection.
We will positively not need to manage combative drunks over-running our town as a spring break destination.
Not even germs can make due in this climate. On the off chance that you feel a chilly going ahead stride outside and inhale profound. Cured. (Disclaimer: I am not a medicinal expert and this is likely not solid restorative guidance. It does, notwithstanding, stable like something my grandmother would have suggested and she did live into her nineties.)
Not a mosquito or tick in sight. Special reward: no dust or shape so no unfavorable susceptibilities either.
A typical bond. Nothing unites individuals more than a typical foe. We are all in this together, individuals. Furthermore, it gives all of us something to discuss.
All the snow conceals the puppy crap in the yard.
Personality check. Being slapped in the face by Mother Nature is one approach to keep it genuine and advise us that we are helpless before a higher force. Damn you, Mother Nature. Enough, I say.
It can be a decent suggestion to back off and make the most of our time with crew. The world will proceed without calendars, arrangements and motivation (and instruction, evidently).
Messy hair day = fleece cap. No inquiries inquired.
It could be more awful. They could drop hockey hone, as well.
An in number backbone. On the off chance that we can survive January in the Midwest, we can tackle anything.