This girl needs an outlet.

Hmmm. January is the cruelest month--April be damned. Our Great room is a menagerie of pain--pine fronds cover the floor, decapitated snow globes, and the remnants of Christmas 2010 lie strewn on the stained carpet. Can you say, "This stinks?" I am always torn by how completely blessed I feel after Christmas (the spoils, the love, the food) and how utterly I hate the late winter. utterly. hate. it. The gray skies of fall are somehow different in February. I find myself NOT completely revolted by the Valentine aisle at Target on December 28th. I mean, sure, I need that purple and red, glittered heart wreath right NOW....

blerg.

Fights make me sad. They make me angry and stupid and irrational. Even when I feel like I'm right, I can't concentrate. I focus on everything that makes me right and everything that makes him stupid.