Where Flowers Bloom

Dear Winter Blues,

I heard you knocking on my door last week. I didn't answer. The truth is that I don't really like you all that much. You make me feel cold, grumpy, and less than sparkly. In fact, I blame you for the blahhs in my life--including bad hair, dry skin,difficulty getting up in the morning, and the banning of my open-toed shoes to the closet.

I was visiting with my dear friend, Summer, last week. She is so much fun--always warm and inviting. She was explaining to me why some animals hibernate for the winter & it made perfect sense. First of all, they just sleep off everything they've eaten all year--who couldn't stand to do that? They don't have to face icy surfaces in heels. Long naps prevent grumpy bear syndrome. No laundry or housework if you're in hibernation. Car window scraping is unnecessary. Probably no chance of running into x-crushes if you're asleep, right? So, if you insist on invading my life and greeting me with the usual winter symptoms, I've decided to adopt a serious hibernation program of my own. . . just as soon as I get back from the sand & sun of Hawaii.

Can't wait for you to get the hint & hit the road.