Because when February gets hardcore, as it is right now, this is what the tabs on my browser start to look like:
Never mind that we have NO money at all. We get crazed and single-minded. We start texting each other mournful, whiny emails about escape. We start emailing each other travel deals. We buy sudden and ill-advised sets of Disney princess figurines at Costco because Beck falls madly in love with them. And then we watch his adorable obsession with the "Princeresses" blossom and we dream, nay, FANTASIZE WILDLY about hustling our adorable tutu princess boy off to Disney BEFORE they start charging us for his admission (ie, August).
I really do like living in NYC. I will never leave. But February. just. sucks.
