My Underwear Might Just Be Too Tight...Or Just Blame it All On the Eagles

I can't really promise that this post will be all sunshine and smiley faces. If smiley faces had noses, I'd break them all with my fist. That is the kind of mood I'm in. The kind where if you even looked at me and I thought your eyebrow was slightly raised, I'd pin you against the wall and demand you take it back.

The Eagles are out of the playoffs. YES, THAT IS WHAT IS WRONG.

And like that's not bad enough. We lost to Dallas again. That makes three games, THREE losses, and to be honest, we got our ass kicked these last two. I just think if we had beat them last week - you know last week - when exactly a week from today we had won six flippin' games in a row. We were the team to beat. If we would have won last week instead of being making idiots of ourselves, we would have had 2nd seed in the playoffs AND a first week bye, making our chances of making it to the big game even better, and hell, I'm even going to say likely.

I could so use one of those theraputic rake and sand tray thingies or rearranging Wade Phillip's facial features right now (apparently I'm on this my fist meets your face kick for whatever reason. I'm usually not a violent person).

I had some additional points to make in this post tonight, but it's almost 10:30 and my 20 year body says "Woman, you did not get a nap today and that is not ok." And so I'm struggling a bit with my thought process here, but if I'm going to write anything else it's going to be specifically addressed to Winter.

Winter,

I hate you. If you had a face like Wade Phillip, I'd...

I am so done with cold, and gray, and cold, and bad roads, and cold. I am not a happy, cold person. Now I LOVE to ski, don't misunderstand me, but alas, I haven't gone up to the mountain once this year so I'm just a bitter grinch at this point in the season. While I was upset we didn't have a white Christmas, I am now ready to wear my bikini and my tanning oil and flipflops, and just want...sweat. Yes, I yearn to sweat and smell like a coconut. I can't even remember the last time I've actually felt warm. Even to the touch, my body is just cold. Like my heart. And the guy I just now told off on the phone will agree with perhaps, additional, colorful adjectives just to spice things up a bit.

Looks like it's off to bed with me.

- Jenn