You're doing it wrong

Okay, yes, it is true that I was sick of the winter. I could not wait until it got warmer. Counting the days until Spring. But I'm sorry Mother Nature, this is not the way to go about it.

Holy extremes, Batman!

I am not equipped to handle the temperature swings. I was s-w-e-a-t-i-n-g this weekend. Of course it did not help that my cold from hell turned into a day of puking. That was fun. What made it even better was my two kids hovering behind me saying "Whass dat?" or "Are you puking?" as my head hung in the toilet bowl. Good times. Good times.

Where was I...oh yea, the weather. There is only one time where it is acceptable to experience such a large temperature difference within a few hours. That is in winter when you board a plane in the middle of the New England tundra and arrive in a tropical paradise hours later. And that is mainly because there is a pool, beach and frozen cocktail in the very near future.

Tomorrow it is supposed to be 90 degrees. NINETY DEGREES. And while I do not live on the beach or have a pool, you better believe I will do my best to find me one of those frozen cocktails.