Or you could move to San Francisco. On one of those foggy days, the thermometer says it’s not all that cold, but it sure feels cold.
“The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco”
- Mark Twain (attrib.)
I didn’t realize you live in the north east or west. We had a real spring one year. It was odd. I’m used to spring being the week it stops snowing, but doesn’t yet hit 70 or black fly season.
Can someone explain this “cold” thing? I’m not getting it.
Um, y’know, cats don’t actually speak that way. More like meow and rrooowwwrr and hccchhh and stuff.
Hey, I’ll take my “cold” as long as you promise to keep your spiders.
At least you have seasons.
We get “summer” and “christmas”.
Impossible. There’s no such thing as degrees in Kelvin. It was 273K when I left my house this morning, but 270 when I got up the hill.
I’m wearing flip flops.
Thank you for sharing. Please rot in hell at your earliest convenience.
For wearing flip flops and a t-shirt when everybody else has their winter boots and down coats on, because it’s 0C, 32F, and/or 273K outside? :eek:
I’m pretty sure there’s a Jack Chick treatise on the certain damnation that awaits the wearer of flip-flops.
Yeah? Well you’ll take my flipflops when you pry them off my cold, dead feet.
Oh… wait.
Yeah, so, anyway. Back to the OP. I can’t wait for warmer weather either! Neither can my 3 big dogs who are dying for a walk. Normally I would bundle up and get my ass out there no matter what the temperature, but I have a newborn baby at home now. If it would just get up to 40-ish, we’d all bundle up and go for a walk in the park. But the damn weather is too cold and the wind chill today is nasty! Stupid winter.
(I can’t believe I just posted that. For a girl whose hometown is Saskatoon, I’m getting awfully soft living down south here in Missouri. Oh, well, I’ll just blame it on the baby…)
In other words, those who subscribe to crazy belief cast damnation onto people who wear flip flops all year, so they can innocently pretend it’s summertime when it’s freezing balls outside?
Look if you’re too lazy or too squeamish to inject your balls with ethelyne glycol, then you deserve to have them freeze!
It warmed up here today. 35°F. The plumbing goo that some jackass spread around the threads for the garden faucet back in 1935 finally cracked. Water everywhere.
Give me back Winter!