|"Yes, officer! He was speeding. I've been telling him to slow down for the last hour and a half! Plus, if he'd listened to me, we wouldn't have got stuck in that traffic on the bridge. After you give him his ticket, would you be a dear and give us a police escort to the nearest service plaza? I've been telling him to stop so I could use the ladies for the last 30 minutes, but NOOOOO...."|
"Please, take me to jail. Please?"
It seems that as soon as the temperatures hit a whopping 84 degrees with a real feel of 99, we're all out of here. There are few stragglers who stick around to the end of April just to prove how durable they are, but the rest of us are dreaming of "sleeping weather" and "opening the patio." Therefore, at the moment, there is a line-up at the coin laundry down the hall, and the sound of the vacuum can be heard in our land. It's a mass exodus!
Fly, Snowbirds, Fly!
You're getting out of here just in time! We tell all the other snowbirds it's just too hot from now on. We'll suffer it out, though. By having the beach to ourselves. MWAHAHAHAHA!!!
If it's true that to everything there is a season, Winter is the season of the Snowbird. Once Spring arrives, it's time to head home where we look forward to the hope and excitement of new beginnings - baby robins on the lawn, flowers making tentative attempts to bloom, that first day we roll down the car windows and crank up the radio. Thanks for having us, Florida! You have been a gracious hostess, and we look forward to our return same time, same station.
See you in Ohio!