Can you have both? I feel too comfortable. The life seems to have been sucked out of me, like when you're dead to the world in front of the television with a glass of wine and a handful of chocolate. Too comfortable to be passionate. About anything. I am too young to be feeling so poopie.
Bitch. Sweet. Bitch. Sweet. Mood swings like crazy talk. The creativity struggling to jump out of my comfortable body. I've gotta find an outlet.
This weekend is the big mid decade birthday for this girl! When I came home from work I was told that tomorrow evening we're heading to Big Bear for a weekend on the slopes. SURPRISE! Chris even hooked us up with a cabin in the woods with a hot tub (that man cannot sleep more than 30 yards from a hot tub.) I hear there's snow. And it's 50 degrees. That's the best kind of skiing. Spring skiing. Saturday should be heavenly.