When I throw open my door at home for the last 2 days this is what I saw. Pure Seattle/London style rain, buzzkill. Roads are flooded, outfits are ruined, hair is frizzed, motivation is lost. You don't want to leave the office for your daily caffine buzz because it's pouring, you don't want to go to the gym because that three minute walk from the car to the front door seems like the walk of death. You go home, jump into your PINK sweats and cuddle on the couch with Bravo and your Kindle, it's what you do.
If you're the lucky girl I am you dig into some of your mom's leftover ham/corn chowder.
Who needs boys with this couch and blanket?