I'm not really sure what my deal is. Usually I am a whole lot bitchier by now. For the record-I have always hated February-even though it's my b-day month (a sucky one at that)-but this year I'm kinda feelin' like Stella when she got her groove back. This is the first time on record that I haven't felt like telling February to hurry up and f*ck off. Maybe it's all those snow days we got and only having to work a total of 12 days in January. Sweet relief! And I hate to say this-but I also think it's because I exercised every day in January. I know, right?!? Who knew?!? Bet ya'll never pegged me for an exercising type, huh??? But I guess all those exercise freaks really do know a thing or too... go figure. I still hate them, though. Anyhoo... So I just thought I'd let ya'll know that I'm really enjoying this newfound freedom from homicidal thoughts and irrational hair trigger episodes of pissiness and am strangely at peace with winter.
That is until spring fever hits...
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