Burrrrrrr…

Ah yes, one of the finer mysteries of the South: Lack of Seasons. I just don’t get it. One day, the high for the day is 90-ish and the next day’s high is 68. Oh, don’t forget the overnight low of 41. Typically, the seasons down here are “hot as hell” and “just barely cold enough not to snow” with a few transitional days of cool between them. So not only do I live in a cultural enigma, but a seasonal weather one as well.

The best way to handle this weather phenomenon is to do what southerners have always done: sit on a front porch in an old rocking chair and say, “Yeeeeep.” Spitting and a glass of white lightening is optional.

The good thing is that cold weather means Thanksgiving and Christmas is just around the corner. Not to mention Mom’s cough Vegetable hint Soup. Don’t forget the Nuts, Bolts, and Screws (wink, wink)!!! I mean, if you really want to go the distance, you could make your poor son some of those cheese biscuits thingies and lady fingers.

/endshamelessbegging

Cold weather = spooning goodness as well.

Spoon!!!!

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