The gnomes in my heater are at it again..

WARNING: Contains complaints.


So, I recently discovered what "prairie winter" means. 


Well technically, I haven't experienced the impending -50 degrees plus wind chill and blinding blizzards that everybody keeps promising me will happen, but cut me some slack, it's only October!


What I mean is, I've discovered the dry, biting, constant-and-necessary-reapplying-of-chapstick type cold. It hits you like a wall, but unlike pacific weather, it doesn't cut you to the core. Instead, it finds any exposed skin and attacks it like a plague. Ughhhhhhhhhhh.


FYI: Here's what happens in Winnipeg winters, fmylife:

HOW DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN??!?!?!?!?!

Now check out Vancouver winters:

Oh wait, I couldn't find a picture because IT NEVER SNOWS IN VANCOUVER.

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(That's an exaggeration. It snows about once a year and then rains the same day)

Now that all that complaining is out of my system, I have to admit I'm pretty excited for the beautiful Winnipeg snow-laden wonder (see below). I have a soft spot for walks in the dark as the snow falls silently, each step crunching with my anticipation for maybe, just maybe, a white Christmas.

I love the snow, but I just hate the cold.

Gorgeous!