So in case you haven’t heard, it’s February. This is right about the time of year I start fantasizing about lighting one of my down parkas on fire because I’m so sick of it taking so long to get ready and out of the house in the morning. Instead of sitting here whining about it, it’s best to “make lemonade” and just think about hot chicks in jackets. Maybe even jackets and anything that might qualify as “winter wear,” if you will, since some of our most beloved celesbians reside in sunny situations.
