Curvy Jones on: Cold Enough For Ya?
Years ago, when I decided to move to Atlanta, I had visions of mild winters. Endless sunny days, blistering heat, summers so hot the waves would emanate from the pavement. Pleasant autumn days, full of bursts of color and crisp, clean air. Winters that were near tropical in their warmth… light sweaters and jackets in December. I dreamt of such a thing every night when I went to bed, looking forward to the long drive to Georgia from Washington. It pushed me, spurred me on, so to speak.
Yeah, so cut to every winter since 2003:
It is currently about 30 degrees in Atlanta. I walked out to go to work and my car was frosted over like an ice cube. Thankfully I don’t live far from work, because it took about 10 minutes of blowing hot air through the vents at the windshield to get it clear enough to drive. Soon after, the windows were de-iced and I was on my way. Most of the body of the car was still frosty when I pulled into work.I refuse to buy an ice scraper. Because that would mean that this kind of thing is normal and expected and something I should be prepared for.
I am unamused, at this.
This is the south, home of ridiculously hot weather. We’re supposed to be able to brag about how warm it is while other states freeze. I heard from KFlo that it was 37 degrees in Houston. That’s just insane, to me!
Now look. I know other people have it worse. And that’s them. I do feel for them, because it’s COLD HERE. It matters because it’s not SUPPOSED to be COLD HERE! *shiver*
So, I’m off to locate a gallon of hot chocolate and heat it to lava temperatures and suck it down like my life depends on it. Because it just might. IT’S COLD HERE!
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,
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you know my parents do the same shit to me. tell me how beautiful and warm it is while i’m freezing my ass off here in NY, except every time i go to ATL it’s fucking cold. at least you’re telling the truth!