Winter is my least favorite season. I don't like the cold and it is an incredibly deceptive time of the year.
What do I mean by that? The holiday I associate with winter is Christmas. So, in my mind, we should move on when Christmas is over. I have this strange mental block that as soon as the ball drops on New Year's Eve, the ice should clear and flowers should bloom.
I don't know why I feel this way. I always get so disappointed when we get to this point in January and I realize we have about two more months of this. You'd think after this happens every year I'd get used to it. The start of a new year simply does not mean warm weather is coming soon.
Yet here I am, another year where I am ready to start singing "June Is Bustin' Out All Over," but the weathermen are sticking with "Baby, It's Cold Outside."