Cold and dark out there

It's official: I cannot move my arms. Thank god I have motivation in the form of mashed potatoes and cashew gravy, which should get them in motion. Otherwise, I'm pretty much the Molly Shannon Seinfeld character.

It snowed a little last night; not enough to cause panic, but enough to put the chill of impending winter in the air. I think I've pinpointed my hatred of winter to a fear of being cold. I sort of want one of those puffy long coats that are basically sleeping bags with arms, knowing that I couldn't wear a coat like that and be the slightest bit cold. J, however, pretty much hates them and is trying to appeal to my fashion sense. I guess his tactics are working somewhat, because I'm having doubts whether a short person can pull off this coat without looking like a waddling pillow.

Speaking of fashion, what does one wear to an afternoon winter wedding in New York?