I am pretty sure I have blogged about this before, but as the temperature drops this is sure to be a hot topic in my life again.
I do not want to do anything. Ever.
When I am at work, I am ON the entire time I'm there. I am talking for 12 or 8 hours in a row, depending on what day of the week it is. I am thinking and using my brain and wearing a bra and usually uncomfortable pants.
When I am not at work, I don't want to do anything. There is no better feeling in the world than taking off your bra and knowing you are free for the next several hours. I love sleeping so much, I can't even explain it. When I have to get up in the morning and make my bed, I always look at it like it's a lover I'm leaving with blue balls. My bed wants me to crawl back in. It needs me. And I'm leaving it high and dry.
Last winter, I pretty much went into a coma. I was under an electric blanket for most of December and January. And I can feel myself migrating towards that lifestyle again.
The sad thing is, I will make plans. I even get excited for them. But the second best feeling, behing taking my bra off, is having plans get cancelled.
Don't try to lie and say you don't love this too.
You are planning on meeting someone for drinks. When you wake up in the morning, you're pumped about your plans. Then they day gets rolling, and you start thinking how nice it would be to spend the evening in front of your tv, under your electric blanket with no where to go. It would be nice to get your DVR all caught up, huh? Maybe you could even have a little snack, take a little nap, have a glass of wine or two...man, don't you wish you could stay home?
Your friend was thinking the same and she cancels. And it's like the clouds have parted and a colorful, bra-less bird is floating around welcoming you to her world.
It's going to be a long winter.