When The First Cold Front Hits Lubbock, I’m Becoming a Completely Different Person

When the first cold front of the year hits Lubbock, I instantly become a totally different human being.

It doesn't matter if it's 58 degrees.

That counts around here.

I will be donning my fuzzy socks, my favorite sweatpants, a big old hoodie, and wrapping myself up in my coziest blanket like an elderly Victorian woman waiting for the doctor's carriage to arrive at my doorstep.

And I will be participating in only the snuggliest of activities.

woman wearing hat and covering her face of cloth

I'm turning on the fireplace. I know the temperature will probably crawl back into the 80s or 90s three days later, but I don't give a sh*t. I didn't turn it on a single time last year, and I've regretted it.

I have one. Let me use it. 

I'll also be making chicken and dumplings. Maybe even hot cocoa to wash it down.

I'm probably even going to light a candle or something...for a little extra cold-day ambiance.

And I'm definitely going to watch something on Netflix that I've already seen 17 times. Perhaps a Christmas movie. (If you're a purist, you may be angry that I skipped directly over Halloween...and you can suck a bug.)

AND, you know what else?

I'll probably even complain a little.

Because that's how we do things in Lubbock.

I've spent the last 5 months begging the sun to stop cooking us alive, but the moment the thermostat makes a significant drop, I'll whine a little. I will.

It's all about fitting in. Right?

GIVE US THE COLD FRONT!

I can't wait to sit under three blankets, drink something hot, and fool myself into thinking that winter is here to stay. We all know it isn't.

But for one glorious weekend, I will absolutely be living my best little cozy goblin life, and I bet you will too.