Cold...In More than One Sense of the Word

Last week the temperatures were in the 60s & 70s. Life was sunny, warm, and beautiful.

Today, the high was 40 and it spit snow all damn day. On top of that, I awoke this morning with a sore throat and that horrible icky cootie feeling you get right before a full-fledged cold wreaks havoc on your body. Life is now snotty, cold, and gray.

Old man winter just won't take his chilly claws off of us. That, or spring is a terrible tease. Strike that - she's a big slut who used her charms to get me out of the house, participate in social activities, and buy more revealing new clothes for the warmer weather. Mr. Winter makes me bundle up in ugly sweatpants & sweatshirts and hibernate indoors in front of the computer or the television. He's also generous enough to bless me with a sore throat, sinus headache, and stuffed up nose.

Oh well, everyone loves a big slut, and my husband has to be sick of seeing me in these God-awful red sweatpants, so I beg of her to grace us with her presence once again and to stay for awhile - maybe even move in, if that's not asking for too much of a commitment from a big slut??