You're walking your dogs at 5:00 a.m. in shorts, a flimsy T-shirt and flip flops (an outfit, I promise you, that has NEVER been worn by you at any time of the day in Santa Cruz) and you actually say out loud...
"God, I can't wait for it to start snowing!"
I promise you I did not say this from lack of sleep. It was a genuine heartfelt statement. It was over 80 degrees here at 5:00 a.m. this morning.
I'm ready for the snow. I think I like things cold rather than this fucking hot.
Or something like that.
All of you are very free to remind me of this august moment the minute I start complaining about that white stuff that falls from the sky.
