Impulse Buy: Ice Skates

This picture screams, "I'm very comfortable in front of the camera."

I've learned with NYC, I just have to give into winter. For years I've been in denial about this dreadful season. Holding my breath for months and looking for signs of spring as soon as possible. That method hasn't worked so well. It only makes it worse. This year I'm fighting back.

My weapon: Ice skates.

Ice skating is free at Bryant Park until March 2. But you need your own skates. I bought the cheapest ones on Amazon for everyone in my family except Rob. I didn't even ask him if he wanted a pair. I can get a sense for these things. Perhaps it was the last thing he asked before he left the house this morning that clued me in.

"You didn't buy those ice skates. Did you?"

Oh yes I did, but not for you! No ice skates for cynics. They rent theirs.

I feel like if we go 10 times, it will be worth it. I just hope my kids don't expect me to teach them. Ugh. Let me skate you brats. Stop trying to hold my hand. You're holding me back. I'm about to unlock my inner champion figure skater.

If things go well, I'll buy a figure skating costume by February. Nothing too flashy. Used probably. Just enough to embarrass my kids so they won't want to be seen with me. I'll pad them up and let them loose in the rink. They'll be fine. I'll be great.  

It's going to be the best winter ever.