I hate winter.

I know - you're all like, WTF is she going on about now? It was 80 degrees out today! One of the best days of the year! And it's going to be warm all weekend? Why is she talking about winter? Don't we have to listen to her complain enough during the actual season??

Well, dear readers, this is true. I do my fair share of complaining about the snow, cold, ice, slush, and shitty, shitty weather during the winter months. I have lived in New England all my life, and of course I'm used to it, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. We live here because our families and friends are here, and that's about it. I often find myself looking up weather porn during the winter (10-day San Diego forecast).

So as spring is finally here and I find myself contemplating putting on the AC this weekend, I have realized what a funk I was in this winter. I totally believe I have Seasonal Affective Disorder. I was seriously depressed this winter, y'all. And I only realize how bad it was now, when I see how much happier the nice weather makes me.

I just told Greg that we HAVE to go on a vacation next winter, somewhere that features warm and beach and nice 'round about mid-February, because that's about when I really start to lose my shit. Make sure I stick to this plan, 'kay?

Have a happy weekend!