January is such a B.

Whelp, that sucked. I swear every January I think "I can beat this, it's just January. I can be better than January.  Be better than January, Sarah....". But it always sneak attacks with some ridiculous blow to the gut, and I end up flat on my face.

This year, it was 2+ weeks of daytime highs in the teens. THE TEENS (and I don't want to hear anything from you people where that's normal. Because it's not normal here). Another laser eye surgery, and Dave being out of town....like, in Morocco out of town, and just a whole lot of other crap.

Honestly though, if this January had a daytime high of 75 degrees and a little fairy came by with a million dollars and a maid on a daily basis, I would still begrudge this month (only probably a lot less). There's just something about it. And yes, I have a SAD light. But that's a story for another day.

I'm not sure why, but this picture pretty much sums up how I feel. 

That girl so gets me. 

Viva la Februrary!