I'm not sure if you've noticed, but it's winter out there.
I realize that I live in Canada - but dammit, I don't deal well with the cold weather.
And so I've taken to wrapping myself up like a mummy in scarves and toques, warm jackets and gloves, and my orange and white winter boots that look like they belong to a little girl. Which means that the end result is pretty much me looking like a little girl in a snowsuit, waddling down the street.
During today's waddle to work, while I was feeling like a giggly little monkey, a song came on my Zune that fit perfectly with my current state of mind and reinforced a long lost love.
That song was Motley Crue - Looks That Kill.
Oh yeah. Mama loves her 80's hair bands.
Crue. Skid Row. Poison. Slaughter. Scorpions. Tesla. I could go on forever.... but I won't.
Because I know that most people don't agree, and will make fun of me for still loving these leather-clad, painted men and their pre-pubescent screaming abilities.
But all I know is that walking (ok... waddling...) down the street this morning with Vince Neil wailing in my ears about some badass chick reminded me of when I was younger.
And that actually made the cold weather more bearable.