I realized this evening, after about a day's worth of snowfall, that I had the childhood that resulted in a 25 year old woman not knowing how to properly construct a snowman.
That being said, I am currently wading through an internal struggle between acting like a child and pouting, acting like a hot menstrual mess and sobbing, or acting like a Mighty Duck and dedicating myself to the game.
For the time being, I have chosen to wallow in self-pity and sit inside and pout. I will not cry over this. I will hide my embarrassment like every other God-fearing, bull-headed female I know and never. show. weakness.
... Actually, I'm hoping to teach myself and/or ask for help once my beautiful boyfriend and our awesome roommate are done making their snow dragon.
Yeah, the world has a sense of humor... and I'm usually the butt of the joke. Go figure.
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