Tiny icicles

On my lovely, brisk 6 minute walk home from the bus stop this evening my eyes started feeling a bit heavy. And a bit sticky. And a bit clumpy. 

What could it be?

Oh yes, my eyelashes had FROZEN together. Not all of them, but some of the longer ones in the middle. It got to the point where I couldn't really open my eyes all the way. Sure enough, when I got home and looked in the mirror, I had drops of ice on the ends of the lashes. Like teeny, tiny little icicles. It was precious. And a little frightening that it was that cold outside.

Despite my strong dislike of the cold and snow, I'm about to jump head first into a full-on winter wonderland. On Saturday morning, I'm driving up with three of my girlfriends to my friend's cottage in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. It's a lot farther north, a lot colder and a lot snowier (4 feet on the ground!). 

My coworkers think I'm insane for voluntarily going to a colder climate in the middle of January. But I'm actually really excited about it. It's going to be fun to just veg out in sweats, curl up in front of a fire, drink wine, eat junk food and just hang out. Lately I've been feeling as though my life is going at warp speed and I have no free time anymore, so it will be nice to just relax and catch up with my good friends for the weekend.

I just have to get through tomorrow first. Thank goodness it's Starbucks Day. But oh how I miss my Pumpkin Spice Lattes and Gingersnap Lattes...