All you people who only want one season are crazy, no matter which season you're picking.

I understand intellectually that other people love hot weather, and that I'm even in the minority to hate it, but it's such an energy drain on me that it's hard for me to imagine that anyone could actually feel more energetic because of it. As soon as it hits 85, 80 if there's humidity, the air just feels thick, heavy, and wrong, like I have to push against it to get anything done.

Weird for a person who spent her first 18 years in Alabama, though. But even then I wasn't the sun-worshipper most of my friends were. I remember spending big chunks of the summer inside in front of the old window airconditioner, letting the cold air blow across my face. Felt wonderful.

Jesse's a FREAK!'

Summer is the only season! The rest exist to visit.

Not to exist in...

It is easiest to dress for the cold than to dress for the heat. Also, Autumn is the bestest season....

FREAK! Jilli is a freak!

This didn't come as a surprise to you, I hope.

All you people who only want one season are crazy, no matter which season you're picking.

Okay, fine. Half a year of autumn, half a year of spring.

All you people who only want one season are crazy, no matter which season you're picking.

That's one thing I miss about Philly, even though the summers got too hot at points--four distinct seasons of reasonably even length. Here we just have Heaven and Gray.

(Of course, keep in mind that the summer my a/c died, I survived with a bag of frozen peas on my head and multiple cold baths.)

But give me heat over cold anyways!

This didn't come as a surprise to you, I hope.

Oh, please don't take that as a slam. You're just misguided weatherwise, hon. There are fab outfits for the southwestern gothy-fashion genius, I hope. More hoops? Fans?

Then you'll never understand me. Unless it's one of those songs where I'll go, "OH, THAT one."

*tip toes over to go sit next to Jesse.*

I suspect we're being nutty. They also refrigerate cheese and butter less.

Probably. We've probably also added a whole bunch of things to our eggs that make them unable to cope without refrigeration. I wouldn't be surprised. But butter is all wrong when you forget, and leave it out on the counter.

I love winter.

*shuddering*

I like summer. Summer, summer, summer. No spring, no fall, no winter except in pictures.

Early sunlight, longer days, sun from above, heat, tank tops and open toes.

* tip toes over to go sit with ita, instead.*

I got nothing to say on the weather sara hasn't said well.

Christ. I forgot dinner. Gotta do something quick with a pork chop.