the season has officially turned, and i'm not really ready for it. storm windows aren't in place, and my leg warmers are nowhere to be found (don't mock me about the leg warmers - they work.)
i took the hottest shower i could stand this morning, and returned to get dressed warmly while i wasn't frozen. sorting through my underwear drawer, i began to curse.
i don't have granny panties anymore. the only stuff left is lacy, silky, easily-torn frothy stuff.
all i want is warm cotton snuggled up against my cold ass, and it ain't gonna happen.
somehow this happened without any conscious awareness on my part. kind of like how i now am a fan of cilantro. and how i like being (good grief, when did this happen?!?!) outside.
behavioral modification is a big frosty bite in the butt.
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