IF WINTER HAD A FACE….I Would PUNCH It.

A wise person once said:

WINTER is nature’s way of saying……”UP YOURS”.

I don’t know who that wise person was.

I am not wise enough to remember at this particular moment.

Maybe because my brain is frozen.

I am popping vitamins like candies.

And they are not candies.

I promise.

I am sure if I was sitting and looking at a palm tree right now

I would not need vitamins.

 

 

I would be happy to live my life, sitting under a palm tree and selling coconuts.

Ahhh. Island life.

 

Could it be that my important body parts are frozen and I can’t think straight?

I would like that coconut job for about 2 days.

Then I would be bored.

 

And…. I would want to redesign all the beach huts.

Come to think of it,  I did see beach huts like this in Bali & they would suit me fine :

 

 

Or this beach hut :

Beach  Hut  Therapy

 

 

 

This is  HUTperfectiveness.  Seriously, I can smell the coconut body oil from here.  Can’t you?

A girl can dream.

 

Especially when she is knee-deep in a freakin’ snow bank and can’t breathe out of her frozen nostrils.

If I lived in such a HUT 

…. I would collect things like these:

 

 

 

 

I would never be crabby.  LIKE EVER.

 

 

I would be so relaxed, I would come up with genius ideas.  Rocket Scientist ideas.

I would attempt sticking tea light candles in …..round carved pieces of wood.

 

 

 

In my spare time I would Wittle wood.

Into a fence.

Because I would know how.

Hola….I am, after all … living on a beach… with a  creative imagination.

After, I would gather up twigs and create some shutters.

 Because I would know how to do that too.

 I could think straight, because my brain wouldn’t be frozen.

 

They would be living a life of bliss

{with me, in my imaginary world}.

They would be snorkelling or something.

I personally wouldn’t be snorkelling with them.

I have a fear that a shark will think my belly button ring is a fishing lure.

Just sayin’. I wanna live.

 

 

 

P.S. Please don’t ask me how my daughter convinced this 300 year old tortoise to eat out of her hands.

Or how she got so close to that BIG monstrosity of a tortoise.

 

Thank GAWD those things can’t move at warp speed.

My heart is still beating about 68 thousand beats per minute ~ just looking at that picture.

 

I would toodle around the town in my wee old-fashioned Vespa.

…and forget about the true REALITY

 

What is your Winter dream escape ?

Don’t you dare say SNOW.