I really really hate this time of the year. Can I just take a nap and wake up around Valentine's Day or so? And Chad, before you wake me up, drag me to a sunny beach. Okay, it doesn't have to even be a beach, as long as it is sunny, warm, and at least two hours away from either of our houses.It's not even snowy here, just rainy, but I think Blythe blood still runs through me.
