I love winter. I really really REALLY love winter and cold weather. The funny thing is that I get cold really easily. The other day it was in the low 60s and I was bundled up in a down vest and a lambswool scarf. This was over top about three shirts. (It's called layering, people.) Tonight I came in from outside where it's about 41 degrees and have yet to warm up. I'm sitting on the couch in sweats, my scarf, and under a blanket*. My mom used to get worried about me in the winter because hands would always be ice cold. They just won't stay warm sometimes.
But, just like a snake, when I'm in a warm environment? I'm WARM! It must be why I hate summer so much because it's so much easier (and more attractive) to put more clothes on than to take a lot off. This is why my exception of liking summer when I'm at the beach is allowed because you're supposed to be hot at the beach. Or a pool. If you're cold at the beach or pool then you aren't going to get in, right? So I am okay with warm/hot weather when I am near the ocean or a pool, but otherwise, I think summer sucks.
Bring on the cold weather and cold hands...I hope they both last until at least April!
*In addition to shirts. I reread the sentence and didn't want anyone thinking I sat around shirtless or something.