by Tamra Artelia Martin
Is that too much to ask? For weather that doesn't freeze the blackness off of me or heat that puts it back on? It's spring, but cold is everywhere from Boston to Orlando. Spring, I tell you. Spring.
I've always found it odd that intelligent humans depend on groundhogs for weather predictions. These animals are facing the wrath of disappointed followers everywhere. If I was near that inaccurate animal, I'd eat it as punishment.
You know what my dream weather conditions are? A nice 75 to 85 degree range with warm sun and cool breezes. Shorts weather, although I don't wear them. If I found a place like this year-round, you'd have trouble keeping me from moving to it. Add cute guys, beautiful scenery, and some fruity drinks, and I'll advertise it for free. Okay, money's tight, so I'll do it for cheap.
Bye Chai,
Tamra
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