I OFFICIALLY hate snow.
I really wish my child would take his nap... there's LOTS of laundry to fold and LOTS of dog hair to vaccume (I hate trying to spell that word).
And I wish I could fast forward 6-7 years so I can have my three kids and go and get a tummy tuck because I hate looking at this disgusting stretched out wrinkly blob sitting on my abdomen.
Oh, and I officially hate cold weather. My skin feels like a brillo pad, even after I lotion up. bleh.