I’ve lived my entire life in a part of the world where there is serious winter weather.
And somehow over the years, I’ve managed to convince myself that the six months of lovely, warm, for a few days smoking hot, with an acceptable number of sunny days, weather that arrives in May and lasts through to October (sometimes November) is worth the misery of the other five to six months when it’s cold and windy and snow arrives weekly.
Like one of those gifts you buy for the special people in your life? You know what I’m talking about. That box of chocolates or bottle of wine or flower arrangement that gets delivered to your door weekly for one entire year.
I’d like to meet those people and give them a big squishy hug. Because they get what giving is all about. It’s not a day here, a day there. They want you to feel special every day. And maybe get you fat and drunk, but that’s a different conversation.
If one of those people ever think about doing something so sweet like that for me?
Don’t do that. Do this instead:
…two weeks in Cabo, all inclusive, with a swim-up bar and all-you-can-eat BBQ. Cute guys optional. Attentive bar staff mandatory.
Because the images below, while pretty and a weather moment that makes skiers hot for “Christie,” leaves me cold. *tries to wink at that joke but eyelids are frozen*
I’m happier and look better in less. (This is an untouched photograph of someone who is not me. But it could be. Except I’d be wearing my cowboy hat.)
What season makes you happiest?
Ever upped and moved just for the weather?