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Only 88 days until Spring, not that I’m keeping track or anything. Tomorrow we’re supposed to get some sort of arctic blast that’ll last for like two weeks .. eternity .. in there somewhere – so DON’T MIND ME. I’ll just be the sad, crying thing over here wearing an extraordinary amount of robe and covered in a crap ton of afghans. Ugh. It’s like the Universe just refuses to let me be sexy, y’all, like, not even for a little bit. OMG, am I still married? Cuz seriously, I don’t even know.