I hate winter.

Its official. I hate winter. I hate the cold. I hate getting sick every year during the same month. I hate wearing all these layers of clothing – not that I want to walk around in the buff or anything but when you have four layers on the top half of your body plus gloves, a scarf, and a hat and you’re teeth are STILL chattering, you have a problem. And that problem is called winter.

But I guess without winter, I wouldn’t get to use my fireplace (the real kind, with wood and matches and that non-faked crackle sound) so I guess I’ll give winter one point.