Meg, it was your birthday.

My housemate is from the Prairies; a land of very hot summers and ridiculously cold winters. As a result, she enjoys extremes. The weather in Montreal had been kind of temperate as of late, hovering around zero, spiking up to ten and then back down again, bringing us blustery evenings that were somehow often followed by milder days that tended to melt the snow away... Against my stronger desires, my housemate got her birthday wish of extreme cold and snow this year. Meg, you are now a year older, and winter is finally here. To celebrate, we devoured a Beetlejuice cake, played Nintendo, and Jack Frost had a party on my window...