I hate the cold, pt. 2.

(a sequel)

I hate tile floors, and having to wear socks around my own house.

I hate not wanting to eat anything except meatball subs, not for their sustenance, but for their warmth.

I hate having not put up all of our Christmas lights outside because it was just too damn cold out.

I hate that gross, burning smell that the heater in my car makes because I only run it one month out of the year.

I hate reading about all of the selfish strawberry farmers who are pulling water out of the ground like crazy to try and preserve their crops, knowing damn well that it’s going to result in sinkholes opening up all over the place in the months to come.

I hate being sick, then feeling better, then feeling even more sick than the last time.

I hate the only warm place in our house being in bed.

I hate when even the 10-day forecast doesn’t show an end in sight.

I really, really, really hate the cold!

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