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Gloating

My darling child called me a while ago to inquire how the fort is holding while he’s away. I told him that I thought I was doing an able job of things. And then he asked, “What’s the weather like?”

I knew where that was going, having looked at the weather in his neck of the woods earlier today.

“You’re calling to gloat, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Oh, you bet,” he said.

Here, we’re still struggling with mid-40s temps and he’s running around in shorts and a tee shirt in 79° weather. What a difference a couple hundred miles makes. I am pea green with envy.

The ocean will keep us cool for a while yet. And I know darned well that I shouldn’t complain about it, because when it heats up, things will be hot and humid and mosquito-y. But gosh. They have crocus and daffodils in bloom there.

Posted on 03/27/07 at 03:54 PM
 




Linkmeister

Guess I’ll just remain silent, discretion being the better part of valor. wink

United States   Posted by Linkmeister on 03/27/07  at  03:10 PM





Kate

I’m sure that I detected a gloat in there someplace. wink

United States   Posted by Kate on 03/27/07  at  03:17 PM





justme

So do I LOL. Ahhh, I remember when I could gloat!

United States   Posted by justme on 03/27/07  at  04:10 PM





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