Oh, Lord! How long must I suffer? Hear my plea and rescue me!
I'm pretty sure David, the famous psalmist, Man After God's Own Heart, and chief whiner must have had Seasonal Affective Disorder.
I'm pretty sure that if we could go back a few thousand years and chat with him, the days he spent complaining were probably during the middle of February.
I'm pretty sure the whole dancing naked thing happened on a hot summer afternoon. (Don't worry, I won't be trying THAT! I can't give the neighbors an actual REAL reason to call the cops on us!!)
Today I'm in a mood, and I'd appreciate relief from this bone-chilling cold, thank you very much!
I think the only thing that will help...is DeBrand Chocolates.