I'm Sick of Being Cold!

We decided to go South for a bit to get away from the cold. The only problem with this plan is......you have to come back North!

We are so stupid. We know, perfectly well, that after cavorting around in little knit jackets and cropped pants, taking wonderful walks on the beach with the Twerp a.k.a Trudy Blue, listening to wonderful jazz with glass of wine in hand while looking at the sunset over the Gulf, coming home to Michigan frozen Hell is self-torture. You would need to stay away at least until April for it to make sense.

As I walk to my ice frosted car, swathed in my puffy, black, dirty michelin-man microfiber parka with a plaid woolen scarf wrapped around my poor little fuzzy head, I start to seriously wonder what the price of a little place off the beach would set us back.

....But then we are a hardy lot and this too shall pass. Michigan is a beautiful place in the summer.... I must repeat that to myself - over and over - as I scrape the ice from my frozen-shut car door.