| | To those condescending Yankees who claim that Florida has "no seasons:"
I invite you to spend a Florida "non-winter" in my wooden Cracker house with no heat.
Asked my neighbor how he made it through last winter. His answer?
"I froze my balls off."
Yes, summer fled on Sunday night and the bike ride to and from campus is now misery, misery, misery. Temperatures are dropping to near freezing. I'm sleeping under four blankets, and desperately need to find a hot-water bottle and some thermal underwear.
I may not sweat again until March, or April. This is upsetting.
Ugh. If ever I've whined about our vicious tropical summer, forgive me now.
August, dear August, come quickly.
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| | Posted 10/24/2006 10:35 PM - 5 views - 5 comments
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