It snowed last night. I went outside this morning, climbed in the Jeep, started it up to turn on the windshield wipers, and immediately heard Bing Crosby.

Steve had turned the radio to a Christmas channel.

Christmas.

It’s November 17! You… you… you… MONSTER!

I’m sending him away to contemplate his sins. Well, he’s actually going to visit family, but I’m going to pretend he’ll come back repentant.

A girl can dream.