Granted and accepted. I am a cold weather weenie.
By February, when the season is at it’s seemingly endless, most wearisome bleariness, my abject hatred for winter and everything wintry flares like an infection.
I’m over it.
I’m over the 20 degree weather.
I’m over walking the dogs in the 20 degree weather.
I’m over being bundled up like the Michelin Man while I walk the dogs in 20 degree weather.
I’m over the icy, keening, howling NE winds coming off the ocean and being bundled up like the Michelin Man while I walk the dogs in 20 degree weather.
I’m over the relentlessly dry, itchy, skin caused by the icy, keening, howling NE winds coming off the ocean and being bundled up like the Michelin Man while I walk the dogs in 20 degree weather.
I’m so over it.
Thank God it doesn’t snow here or I’d completely go off the rails.
