Winter. That time of year when good intentions die the second you put an arm out of the covers. I’m blogging from my phone because I can reach it from bed and type under said covers. When people up north consider moving south. Again.When women stop shaving their legs because no one will see them for six months. When every holiday revolves around food & family. Because who else would go out in the cold to visit with hairy people fattening up for hibernation?
And to kick it off a holiday to give thanks. To remind us to stop whining & enjoy our blessings. With the help of thermal undergarments.