Well my frigid friends,
We have Punxsutawney "The Punk No feeling" Phil to send our cards to. It seems he saw his shadow. I know this happened weeks ago. I also know that is winter, so it is supposed to be cold. A man can dream in his bed under warm covers, right? Winter has come back with a vengeance. It is cold outside, baby! At least the sun is shining bright and I don't have to pay that utility bill. I guess like they say in NC wait and see. I am hoping for the warmer weather.
I admit I am biased to the warmth. I would rather be too hot than too cold. A lot of people disagree. Their line of reasoning is that you can put on more layers than you can comfortably take off. I say who wants all those layers? Well maybe in a cake. Although I am not advertising nudity. Only if it is gratuitous, with at 15% or a party of 10 or more.
I am not a big of chilling because I do get cold easily. The expense of running heated air is a bummer to this summer boy. Once my hands and feet get cold, I can forget about staying warm. I feel miserable. A lot people say my hands are cold already. People who speak cliche say it is because of a warm heart. I say it is because I like ice cream. Sorry I will not try to sprinkle my prejudices throughout this post. One could argue for the hand in the pocket approach, but that only works for certain people mainly exhibitionists and bribe takers.
So my advice hibernate until summer. Okay for those who contribute to society bundle up and down. Or there is always listening to those full of hot air. Yeah, I know, this post blows.
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