I love Halloween, and Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, Valentine's Day, St. Patty's Day. I looove the holidays. And I'm thoroughly convinced that all of these wonderful fun times are in the cold part of the year to help people get through it without packing up and moving to a warm island in the Caribbean. Because that's what I'm about to do.
This morning, the wind chill was 6°. That's in Fahrenheit. Not Celsius. That's not okay. Yesterday, I was scraping snow and ice off my car at 5:30 in the morning before I left for work. There's a reason I live in the South. It's not supposed to be cold. I'm sure all of my friends up north are laughing at me while they're trekking through a foot of snow. You know what? Joke's on you guys. I'll complain my way through winter, but it will end. I'll be able to enjoy my 100° sunshiny weather again. You can keep your cold. Until then, I'm changing my backgrounds to pictures of the beach and desert and drinking 30 cups of hot tea everyday until I feel warm enough to pretend it's not grey and miserable outside.
This is my cousin and her friends, at Appalachian State University.
Pretty much the textbook definition of insane.
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