The Weather Outside is...Cold
(We took pictures outdoors since we were all dressed up at the same time. The weather really wasn't all that frightful in spite of the snow, but only because it wasn't windy. A cold wind is a terrible thing. Still, I don't think red satin heels are made for walking in snow.)
Nearly 10 years ago, my Mom sat her children down and said, "We're moving to Malaysia. It's going to be hot. All the time. I don't ever want you to complain about the heat, because--guess what! Everyone else will feel hot too. Everyone is going through the same thing, and it does no good to whine or complain because we can't change the weather."
That little talking-to has really stuck by me over the years. I didn't complain about the tropical weather in Malaysia, and to this day you'll never hear me talking about how the humidity is "killing" me on a Michigan summer's day. My Mom told me to never complain about feeling too hot, so I don't.
However, she neglected to tell me not to complain about being too cold.
Cold, I complain about you.
Besides the fact that I constantly feel on the verge of freezing to death, it has snowed far too much already this year for my taste.
I'm so glad I don't live in Alaska. ;)
Which kind of weather do you prefer, hot or cold?
p.s. You ought to check out the Random Blog Awards I posted yesterday. Who knows, you might have earned yourself a mention!