February is the shortest month, but it can feel like the longest when you are waiting for spring. The weather is cold and the days are often grey. Sometimes, the best way to stay warm is with a big laugh.
These funny quotes are here to brighten your mood. They poke fun at the winter chill and the short calendar. Let these silly words bring a smile to your face all month long.
Funny February Quotes to Make You Smile All Month
February is just January with a shorter temper.
I am only here for the extra day every four years.
February: the month where my New Year’s resolutions go to die.
It is a short month, so my diet technically lasts less time.
February is nature’s way of saying, just kidding about spring.
My favorite February exercise is shivering under a blanket.
February is 28 days of wondering where I put my gloves.
I like February because I can blame my mood on the lack of sun.
Groundhog Day is the only day we let a rodent decide our wardrobe.
February: the month of love and static electricity.
If you can’t handle me in February, you don’t deserve me in May.
February is the Monday of the year.
I’ve reached the age where a warm heater is my Valentine.
February proves that size doesn’t matter, it can still be annoying.
The only thing getting hot in February is my radiator.
February: the month where I identify as a baked potato.
My February mood is best described as an angry snowman.
Twenty-eight days is still too many days of winter.
February is for people who think January was too upbeat.
I’m only in a relationship with my electric blanket this month.
February: when you realize you haven’t seen your grass in weeks.
I have a love-hate relationship with February, mostly hate.
My February workout is shoveling the driveway three times a day.
February is the month of chocolate for breakfast and no regrets.
I’m not lazy, I’m just in February hibernation mode.
February: the month where your car sounds like a dying whale.
Why is February so short? Because everyone wants it to end.
February is just a trial period for actual spring.
My Valentine is a pizza because it never lets me down.
February: the month of wearing three pairs of socks at once.
I’m only doing February for the discounted candy on the 15th.
February is when I realize I’m not a winter person after all.
In February, my blood type is basically hot cocoa.
February is a 28-day struggle against the snooze button.
The groundhog lied and now I have trust issues.
February: the month where my skin turns into sandpaper.
I need a February that lasts exactly three days.
My February plans involve staying indoors until further notice.
February is the reason I have a high heating bill and a low mood.
Valentine’s Day is just February’s way of making us buy cards.
February: the month of romanticizing my pajamas.
I’m waiting for February to finish its shift so March can start.
February is the speed bump on the road to summer.
If February had a face, I’d probably throw a snowball at it.
My favorite part of February is when it becomes March.
February: the month where static hair is my only accessory.
I’m not messy, I just have a February layer of blankets everywhere.
February is the month of eating your feelings and hiding them in sweaters.
I hope the groundhog is wearing a sweater today.
February: when the novelty of snow finally wears off.
My bank account hates February as much as my toes do.
February is the month where I forget what the sun looks like.
I’m only here for the leap year snacks.
February: the month of unintentional ice skating on my porch.
Valentine’s Day is fine, but have you tried half-price chocolate?
February is the month where my hair and the wind have a fight.
I’m holding out for a February that feels like July.
February: the month of questioning all my life choices.
My February goals include surviving until the first flower pops up.
February is just a long wait for a short paycheck.
I’m allergic to February wind and social obligations.
February: the month where “chilly” is a massive understatement.
I’m at the point where I’m cheering for the weeds to grow.
February is the month of losing one glove and keeping the useless one.
My Valentine is my bed because we have a deep connection.
February: the month where my skin is whiter than the snow.
I’m spending February waiting for my motivation to thaw out.
February is for people who like to complain about the cold in groups.
My February spirit animal is a very grumpy bear.
February: the month of wondering why I live where it freezes.
I’m not cold, I’m just February-flavored.
February is the month of drinking tea just to warm up my hands.
My February resolution is to stop complaining about January.
February: the month where the wind goes straight to your bones.
I’m only sweet in February if you give me chocolate.
February is the month where I dream of tropical islands and SPF.
I’ve decided to cancel February this year, but it won’t listen.
February: the month of wearing a coat over my coat.
My Valentine’s Day date is a bottle of wine and a rom-com.
February is the month where the thermostat is my best friend.
I’m in a committed relationship with my space heater this February.
February: the month of realizing I’m not built for the Arctic.
My favorite February activity is looking at pictures of the sun.
February is the month of dry lips and high hopes for March.
I’m just a February girl living in a frozen world.
February: the month where “it’s not that cold” is a blatant lie.
My February survival kit is just coffee and a fuzzy robe.
February is the month of accidentally freezing my hair.
I’m not grumbling, I’m just speaking February-ish.
February: the month where my toes are permanently numb.
My Valentine is a nap because it never asks for anything.
February is the month of pretending I like winter sports.
I’m only doing February for the aesthetic of chunky knits.
February: the month of realizing my summer body is a myth.
My February vibe is “please don’t talk to me until spring.”
February is the month of the most expensive 28 days ever.
I’m waiting for the February clouds to take a vacation.
February: the month where my car heater is the only MVP.
My February plan is to stay under the covers until May.
February is the month where I forget how to walk on ice.
I’m not lazy, I’m just on February energy-saving mode.
February: the month of excessive soup consumption.
My Valentine is a box of tacos because tacos are forever.
February is the month where the wind has a personal vendetta.
I’m only interested in February if it involves a fireplace.
February: the month where my nose is perpetually red.
My February motto is “stay warm or stay home.”
February is the month of wondering where I put my summer soul.
I’m just a February soul trapped in a block of ice.
February: the month of counting down the seconds to spring.
My Valentine is a weighted blanket because it holds me tight.
February is the month where I officially run out of outfits.
I’m only happy in February when I’m asleep.
February: the month where my skin is as dry as my humor.
My February mood is a solid “no thank you.”
February is the month of surviving on caffeine and hope.
I’m not a morning person, especially not in February.
February: the month where the sun is just a bright legend.
My Valentine is my Wi-Fi because we have a strong signal.
February is the month of wearing pajamas under my work clothes.
I’m only in February for the potential of a snow day.
February: the month where I forget what the color green looks like.
My February plan is to blink and hope it’s March.
February is the month of losing my umbrella to the wind.
I’m not shivering, I’m just doing a February dance.
February: the month of the world’s shortest attention span.
My Valentine is a slice of cake because it understands me.
February is the month where I regret every winter I ever enjoyed.
I’m only doing February because I have no other choice.
February: the month where “brrr” is a complete sentence.
My February soul is currently under three layers of fleece.
February is the month of drinking hot coffee until it’s cold coffee.
I’m not grumpy, it’s just February weather in my head.
February: the month of wishing I could hibernate like a pro.
My Valentine is my cat because she doesn’t judge my snacks.
February is the month where my car takes ten minutes to wake up.
I’m only here for the February sales and the extra sleep.
February: the month of realizing I need more sweaters.
My February mood is “battery low, please recharge in spring.”
February is the month where I miss the sun like a long-lost friend.
I’m not dramatic, February is just really cold.
February: the month of the most confusing weather forecasts.
My Valentine is a burrito because it’s the perfect shape for a hug.
February is the month where I give up on my hair entirely.
I’m only surviving February one cup of tea at a time.
February: the month of “is it spring yet?” every five minutes.
My February spirit is currently on a beach in Hawaii.
February is the month where I embrace my inner hermit.
I’m not cold, I’m just an ice sculpture of myself.
February: the month of the 28-day countdown to sanity.
