Went home for President's Day weekend and it was rather chilly. That being said, I didn't much mind. At least it felt like winter and had that dry, only-in-the-mountains kind of feel that I like.
Then I came back to LA and it did this on Saturday:
What the 'f'? I was in the valley getting my hair cut (Sherman Oaks to be exact) and it began to pelt hail on my freshly coiffed head as soon as I left the salon. Granted, in my opinion this was better than rain because I didn't get wet, however, these little babies were the size of peas! This is my windshield as I sat in my car enjoying the sound of tiny rock-like ice pebbles smacking my windshield.
All in all, it's been a rather chilly few weeks especially when you're used to Southern California winters.
But hey, at least I'm getting use out of all of my jackets and boots. So let's call that a win.