Spoiler Alert: New York is cold in December.

I’m baaaack! Lucky us.

Um, couple things:

First, CB and I kept the trend alive and continued to hold the title of “People Who Would Get Kicked Off of the Amazing Race First.” We got lost in two airports this weekend and one of them was in New York City.

Me: “Is it just us, or is this terminal actually confusing?”
CB: “I think it’s the terminal.”
Me: “But nobody else looks lost…”
CB: “That’s true….but it’s just a poor layout for a terminal. I mean, how were we supposed to know we had to turn the corner?”
Me: “I mean, I guess logic? But also, I think we’re just not meant for airports. The good news is that we’re great once we actually get to our destination!”
CB: “Yeah, but if we keep going at this rate, we’ll never get to our destination!”

Whatever, we eventually found Mexico, so all was fine.

Second, I’ve realized that I’m not as good at transition and change as maybe I thought I was? Because, while it was 85 degrees and sunny in Mexico, and I’m pretty sure I didn’t wear shoes for four days, back here in the Nor’easter capital of the world, it’s 30 degrees, windy, and overcast.

However, this morning for work I put on an outfit I’d wear in the springtime, complete with no socks, flats, and a light, cotton sweater that does not protect one from the elements. And then proceeded to tell myself that it was fine and that my winter coat, a hat, and no gloves would protect me just fine.

I’m not good at adult’ing sometimes. Besides, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: If I were a gazelle, I’d be the first one eaten at the watering hole. Plain and simple.

But the important part is….I’m baaaaaaaaack! Happy chilly Monday, everyone!