Do You Want to Build a Snowman?

I saw the following comment on Facebook, and I feel the need to repeat it here: 

 Go home winter!! YOU'RE DRUNK!!! 

Seriously. It snowed on Saturday. Legit snow.

 My emotions and my sinuses cannot handle this winter any more. In the words of Carrie Bradshaw:

Ok, but speaking of winter, the movie Frozen has taken over my house. Emerson loves the songs from the movie, and makes me sing them or play them at every turn. And, truth time, I'm kind of okay with it. Except this weekend, after the 4th viewing in 7 days, I watched this scene and just cried like a baby.

 I won't give you a synopsis, because that would take too long, but basically take a scene with two sisters who are forced apart for 18 years and then their parents die and I am going to lose my shit. And now every time I watch or even think of this scene, particularly the last part, I can't hold it together. 

I just can't propcess anything in that scene. My girls not being best friends. Us not being around for them. Being trapped in eternal winter. You know, all that.

 Disney. Ripping mothers' hearts out of their chests since 1923.