I have a friend in Boston, and I love to text her and "complain" about the weather, as I did last night:
me--It's almost chilly here, only about 72 degrees
her--Shut up! Snowing tonight and tomorrow
me-- I know, that's why I texted you
her-- I KNOW that's why
It's the simple pleasures . . .
Of course, when August rolls around, the texts go in the other direction.
