the coldness.

winter is by far my least favorite of the seasons. there are a lot of fabulous events that happen during these months but they would be much more enjoyable if the weather was warmer. on halloween us girls could wear our sexy little costumes without ruining them by putting on a huge coat. we could eat all we wanted on thanksgiving then enjoy a lovely stroll down the road to burn off some of those calories. christmas morning the kids could test out their shiny new bicycles and trampolines without being hindered by layers of coats and hats. on new years, people could spark their fireworks without having to consume so much liquor in order to stay warm. (ok, so maybe we would still drink the liquor.) our significant others may be more romantically creative on valentine's day. even st. patty's day might be better... we could possibly swim in a green pool instead of just toasting with our green beer.

i seriously see now why so many old people move to florida. there are only 2 times a day that my feet are warm in the winter... during my shower in the morning and about a hour after i get into bed at night. it's like the coldness somehow seeps into my bones and makes me feel about 20 years older. and my nose has been sniffly since about october, so i would like to give a big thanks to the genius that put lotion in those puffs.

how do people survive further north of south carolina? the husband and i officially decided last night that if we ever get rich, we will definitely have a winter home somewhere in the caribbean... one that is dog friendly of course. we may only get snow a couple times of year in this area and sure, it's pretty, but if it doesn't keep me home from work then i would rather it not even happen.