Dear Winter,
Listen, I'm sorry I talked so much smack about you earlier. Let's be honest, you really were being a big wimp in December and even earlier this month. It was in the 50s and 60s, and that just does not qualfy as winter. But this does not mean you have to go to such extremes to prove you're still big and strong. Wind chills around around 10 below are unneccessary. I was forced to bust out my long underwear yesterday, and let's face it, that's not cute. Especially because the pair I own are hand-me-downs from my mother, which means they come up almost to my chest and are probably older than I am. The weather appears to be getting back on track today, but let's try to keep this from happening again. Thanks.

Sincerely,
The girl who's trying to avoid dressing like a grandma at 25