I'm a Wimp

So while most of the people that might be reading this are probably enjoying subzero temperatures this week, I'm currently in the midst of 50s and 60s (with lows in the 40s). Yet I spent most of yesterday under at least 2 blankets (sometimes 3), cursing myself for not bringing any long underwear down to Florida with me. I've turned into a Florida wimp! Curses! How did that happen?? I've only been here a month! Although, in my defense, we haven't turned on the heat, so the temp in the house hovered around 61 yesterday. But still. Wimp am I.

And for kicks and giggles, a poem:

Pickles are bad.
They taste awful.
Whoever invented them should be covered with butter.
Lemons are better.
They're as sweet as the sun.
I bet that a dozen Lemons could kick the crap out of a dozen Pickles.
Fo sho.