You know it's been a long Winter, when your leg hair has split ends. Winter is more like an acquaintance  - you like them for a short bit and then you wait for them to leave. Don't get me wrong, I like winter's, like who wouldn't like to cover-up your flab behind woolens and blame the cold for making one fat. My favorite part of Winter apart from Hot Chocolate with marshmallows areRead More0 Comments