One thing I have learned about myself over the past several years is that I hate cold weather. And by cold, I mean anything below 55 degrees. Seriously. I think I must have been a bear in a previous life.
Social gatherings during cold weather? Not really my thing. Putting on something other than workout gear, comfy lounge clothes (ok, who am I kidding that's my workout stuff or my pj's!), or flannel pj pants? Not digging that either.
The holidays provide a double edge sword for my little dilemma. On one hand, I love the merriment of Christmas. The lights, the food, the decor, the time with my babies and the Hubs, the food, the cocktails, the memory making.
But, I truly loathe getting out in the craziness in the cold weather. Sigh.
How many days until Spring?
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I had a similar conversation with a friend via telephone not an hour ago. Turns out we were both sitting on our sofas looking at our Christmas trees wearing sweats. She wasn't feeling well, but I had already declared today Happy Do Nothing Day...my favorite state of being during holidays.
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