As I sit and write this, it's snowing like crazy outside. It's damn cold. The high in Pittsburgh on Friday is supposed to about eight degrees.
But I'm going to look on the bright side and try and come up with some reasons why January isn't so bad. (Notice I said try to come with reasons.)
January is the first full month of winter. If it wasn't for cold winters, we wouldn't appreciate the summer so much. Think about January next July when you're sweating and complaining about the heat. And don't even tell me you'll be happy when it's 90 degrees. You know you'll be whining like everyone else.
You can wear all those beautiful sweaters you bought for 75% off after Christmas.
Ditto for the slipper socks.
The heavy coats hide the evidence of all the Christmas cookies you ate.
You can play "See How High Your Spouse Can Jump" when you touch him/her with your frozen toes. You get extra points if they jump all the way out of bed. Add more points if it's accompanied by a screech.
January White Sales. You can buy that tropical looking bedspread you've had your eye on. Add mosquito netting and some Caribbean music and you can pretend you're in Jamaica.
Snow shoveling is good exercise. So they say.
You burn more calories when you shiver.
Spring begins in March, which comes after February, which comes after January.
And last but not least, you can't go anywhere so you get more writing done. After you check all your favorite blogs and play solitaire until you finally win a game, that is.
Okay, everyone. Give us some more reasons to appreciate this frigid, gloomy month!