It is that time of the year again. I find myself making light asides in my conversation with friends and relatives living in cold climates about, oh, like complaining about the cost of getting my queen palm trimmed. They call me to see how I'm doing and I tell them that I'm fine just a bit sweaty from barbecuing. They ask me when I'm going to visit them and I hem and haw, saying well, maybe in April when the weather gets "more tolerable" and I lament on the fact that I don't own gloves.
Am I the only such evil soul or there are others out there like me?
I'm sure that your friends and relatives get great comfort in telling themselves that they like living in a place where there is a change of seasons. As if we live in the low elevation equatorial tropics. We have change of seasons, we just don't have snow.
Me too! Me too! My dear Mon asks when I'm coming home for Christmas??? I always say when it falls in July. On the other hand, I hate to brag about how nice our winters are... the snow birds will all move in with me. I get enough of them already. LOL