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It's okay. I didn't have much time to bake for the party this weekend, so the Nestle Toll House cookies were those freezer squares. Shhh.
The snow is wonderful, but I hate scraping ice off my car. Still, I can't imagine living in a state that didn't have four seasons. I love the dark, cold nights of winter. It's pure magic when the streetlights reflect on the snow.