I’m sure that Canada is a lovely place, with many, many things to recommend it; however, the weather is surely not one of them. I could never, ever live there. I HATE the cold weather and am learning to dislike it even more as I age. Give me hot, sunny, laying-naked-by-the-pool weather 364 days (with 1 day of snow).
A friend told us a story last week about a military New Year function he attended a couple of years ago. He was chatting with the Russian assistant military attaché, who told him that he had phoned his wife in Moscow earlier. She was complaining about the -20° cold, and he told her it was currently -32° in Ottawa. Her response - “All the important people you know and you get yourself posted to somewhere colder than Moscow?”
But–but we have beer! And free health care! And hockey (well, not right now, but…)! And cool cottage country! And maple syrup!
sniffle Don’t you love us anymore? 
I can get beer down here, where it’s warm. I’ve got pretty good insurance, down here, where it’s warm. I couldn’t care less about hockey, down here, where it’s warm. I don’t know what cool cottage country is, but I suspect that we’ve got it down here, too, where it’s warm. And I don’t like pancakes.
Other than that, you’ve got my love.
Pancakes? Who cares about pancakes? Canadian maple syrup is a sex aid.
I can’t deny it anymore either: it’s been winter here for two months. Freaking Lake Michigan. Also, I can’t deny that I’m flying back to NY this afternoon. Hooray for airplanes, condensing the stress of a long trip into just a few agonizing hours.
Shh! You’re not supposed to mention that!
Well, I’ve got those, too. Down here, where it’s warm.
So you’re saying instead of pancakes you pour it on Muffins?
:o 