January

Dear January,

You suck. I really don't like you. You have invited the meanest coldest temperatures to somehow seep through every crack and every uncovered inch of my skin. I don't like not being able to feel my ears. Not knowing that you have buggers running down your face cuz your nose is numb? WRONG. January. You are mean. Did I hear you laughing? Jerk. Florida did nothing to deserve this, I know I didn't. I want oranges this year so please stop. I find it necessary to feel my extremities so now is the time to stop. Much obliged.

Your's Truly

Me