It is no secret that I hate the cold. As a result, I’ve never really thought of myself as someone who enjoys winter activities.
I’m definitely a summer girl. When it’s around 100 degrees fahrenheit outside I’m as happy as a duck in a mud puddle. I’ll run around and frolic and be happy, but when it drops below freezing I immediately turn into this grumpy, depressed thing that doesn’t even remotely resemble the happy-go-lucky person I am when I’m warm.
As you can imagine, I don’t enjoy most winter activities.
Seriously, this is what I look like when winter comes: [Read more…]