I'm going to vend tomorrow! Someone, please come and take a picture of me, shivering under my snow-covered tent. It ought to be hilarious. But I feel bad ditching two weeks in a row. And I need the money. Perhaps someone will take pity on me while I'm out there, shivering.
And adventure! That's how I'm approaching it. We'll see who comes out--will they tromp through in their boots, dragging their kids in a sled behind? Will they scurry through with their dogs, barely looking at me? Will they bring me hot cocoa and chat and call me crazy?
Yes, they will.