Somedays, it just doesn’t pay to post anything to Twitter because there are too many people out there that feel the need to correct you on WHATEVER you write. Asshats.

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What is it about winter and making one want to eat triple their body weight in food? And it’s all creamy, cheesy, fattening fare that I want: pot pie, beef stew, homemade bread with butter, and on and on.

In the summer, I can eat salads every day and be happy, but take the temp below zero and anything resembling a vegetable just makes me sad.

Add that onto the fact that I can’t wear skirts as often (have to consult a meteorologist and a psychic to see WTF the weather will do that day before I even attempt to) just makes winter suck.

Tim and I are going to celebrate Thanksgiving in February (since he missed out on it this year due to the TMJ), but I’m thinking we need to throw a Winter Sucks party in March. Need a theme, though…but who’s with me?