Yesterday my dad texted about the light snow dusting his lawn in Salt Lake City. Normally, I love hearing about the magical snowy weather where I grew up, but I today, I'm so glad to be in San Diego.
After I laid out in my yard, sheepishly donning my two-piece for the first time in months, I rode my bike to run some errands (after Jon's shenanigans this weekend, i.e. I went to the grocery store and he sold his Jeep, thus making us a one-car family again) and this was my view. This beats snow every time.