Dear future hubster,
if you think that my emancipated, educated, independent modern woman self is not going to perform some face-washing-in-first-snow ritual, you are wrong. Superstitions might be a laughing matter, but they are also traditions in some way, and frankly, nothing wrong with getting/staying fresh and pretty in case a certain future hubster decides to show up one day.
On the other hand, if you think that I won't go out and build a snowperson before I even clean the stairs, you're wrong again. Adulting might be unavoidable sometimes, growing boring is not.
