I mean, really? A few weeks ago, this place was waaaayyyy too cold to qualify as Mississippi. I don't know about the rest of you, but lows in the teens do not make me happy. There's a reason I live here and not in Wisconsin. I can deal with sweltering summer days, horrible literacy rates, and off-the-charts-obesity, but I cannot deal with cold weather. After Christmas is over, all cold weather should end...just my humble opinion. And last night? Hail, thunderstorms, and tornado sirens. No, thank you.
Today? Beautiful. Gorgeous. I have on shorts and a t-shirt for crying out loud, and I am a seriously cold-natured person. It feels like baseball weather. And crawfish weather. Sitting out on a porch having drinks weather. But I'm on to you, January. I know how you operate. You'll lull me into a false sense of spring, then crush my soul with another cold spell. Probably like the one they're predicting next week. Blah.
Speaking of obesity rates, yours truly is working on losing what I like to call my "Christmas weight." I've actually been exercising the past few weeks, and if you know me, you know that it's a huge deal. "Bikini Season" is just around the corner, and I'd like to lounge around the pool with my head held high. We'll see how long it takes me to fall off the wagon. I went to my first spin class last Monday. Um... nobody told me that it would be really uncomfortable. I honestly don't know how men can stand it. I have a whole new respect for those bikes.
As I type, my child is still fighting the nap that he's supposed to take for his well-being and my sanity. He keeps yelling my name hoping that I'll come save him. It's a battle of wills, and I'm still not sure which one of us is going to win. Pray for me.
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