Friday is shit weather day

Readers in the Boston area will note that this is the second Friday in a row of absolutely weird, shite, miserable weather. I try to make it a point never to complain about cold, snow, rain, etc., since I am not cut out at all for heat and humidity* and consequently do all of my whining in the summertime, when nasty yellowface burns my ivory paleness and hurts my delicate eyes. I guess I'm one of those ice people of the north. Happiest in a sweater and big boots.

So...I am quite enjoying the dreary wetness outside, and will only grumble a bit to myself about the slushy, icy sidewalks, which necessitate a silly walk when I go outside. But that's the extent of it.

I think an Irish Coffee will just about do it. Yep. Happy Friday all, cheers and OUT.

*Spent my honeymoon in Aruba and thought I would literally DIE from the heat. I held out until the last minute for Newfoundland, Nova Scotia or Prince Edward Island, but my husband, whom I affectionately call "my little guinea," with his mediterranean sensibility, wanted a WARM honeymoon. I would have hiked the Cabot Trail, but he wanted beach. It's about compromise. And I DID enjoy myself...ate and drank like a pig and had a constant rum-buzz. Still, if I ever get talked into flying anywhere again, I get to pick...and we're going NORTH. That is all.