When it snows, New York City becomes a wonderland... for a few hours. Then it turns into a slushy, filthy, frigid mess. Ever since the puddle incident, I have been daydreaming nonstop about our upcoming migratory escape to Punta Cana. In a week, I'll be lounging poolside and sipping fruity cocktails, with great friends and a stack of glossy magazines by my side. Super excited and counting the days! I am in desperate need of a tan and some vitamin D.