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Dear Seattle,
Is this your weather?
I ask because from the look of things, you appear to have ours. At least, according to what I see here:
While I'm loathe to admit that somehow our weather snuck into your house, replaced your weather, and is now eating all your heating oil and natural gas, honesty compels me to admit that, yes, you appear to have our weather. Normally I wouldn't say anything, because your problems are so not our problems. I mean, it's not like we're our weather's keeper or anything like that.
Besides, have you seen our weather? Oh, wait. Apparently you have. So I don't have to tell you. Controlling our weather is a lot like trying to control a 6'6" meth-head armed with a machete and in search of bubblegum at 2 a.m. in a town where even the Store 24 closes at midnight.
I think you can see why we wouldn't be all that eager to take him back, no?
However, your weather is kinda depressing. Okay, not just kinda. More like very. And people keep getting sick. Our bodies can't take it, you see. The thing is, 52° F at the end of November is simply inhuman. People are being felled by all kinds of bronchial and gastrointestinal viruses and bacteria.
I am forced to conclude that we probably need to trade weather.
You can take back the relentlessly grey, icky, rainy, depressing, terrifyingly warm weather, and we'll take the Montreal Express.
Then everyone can be miserable with their own winter weather.
Besides, I already have a million jokes for my winter weather. I think it's really beyond the pale that I now have to write a whole bunch of new jokes for your winter weather.
Loves and Kisses to My Seattle Paisanos,
Moi
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I ask because from the look of things, you appear to have ours. At least, according to what I see here:
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While I'm loathe to admit that somehow our weather snuck into your house, replaced your weather, and is now eating all your heating oil and natural gas, honesty compels me to admit that, yes, you appear to have our weather. Normally I wouldn't say anything, because your problems are so not our problems. I mean, it's not like we're our weather's keeper or anything like that.
Besides, have you seen our weather? Oh, wait. Apparently you have. So I don't have to tell you. Controlling our weather is a lot like trying to control a 6'6" meth-head armed with a machete and in search of bubblegum at 2 a.m. in a town where even the Store 24 closes at midnight.
I think you can see why we wouldn't be all that eager to take him back, no?
However, your weather is kinda depressing. Okay, not just kinda. More like very. And people keep getting sick. Our bodies can't take it, you see. The thing is, 52° F at the end of November is simply inhuman. People are being felled by all kinds of bronchial and gastrointestinal viruses and bacteria.
I am forced to conclude that we probably need to trade weather.
You can take back the relentlessly grey, icky, rainy, depressing, terrifyingly warm weather, and we'll take the Montreal Express.
Then everyone can be miserable with their own winter weather.
Besides, I already have a million jokes for my winter weather. I think it's really beyond the pale that I now have to write a whole bunch of new jokes for your winter weather.
Loves and Kisses to My Seattle Paisanos,
Moi
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I want real fall weather!
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In any case, this switching weather about will apparently occure later today, with a great falling of rain and swithcing of wind direction and general drama queen behavior, and then we will have 24 hours to recieve sufficient precipitation to pass December, 1953, as the wettest on record.
We've already lost a good bit of Mt. Rainier National Park's developed roads in the entirely overdone version of our weather so far this November, so a bit of Boston's was a nice change, except for the extra socks it's involved and the almost certain loss of tender garden plants.
Julia, actually on the southern edge of the inappropriately delivered weather.
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Hee hee hee! I've lived in both places (with the Store 17.5 and all in Mass!), and yes, Mother Nature is clearly confused. Though I did hear the same "I missed spring; I was in the shower" joke in both cities.
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Min,
Wondering if she should have purchased heavier gloves, and if she'll ever stop shivering.
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Tomorrow in Austin, temps falling into the 30's
That's a 50 degree drop in 24 hours. And my last craft show of the year is this weekend. Outside. *sigh*
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Yeah. Thunderstorm + snowstorm.
Panicked people are denuding Kroger as I write.
Dumb arkies...
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*glances out window at blue sky, smattering of light clouds and 48-degrees-Fahrenheit California weather*
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It's the bay, microclimate, mild and annoying. It gets a bit warmer in the summer, a bit colder in the winter, and people will complain regardless.
Seattle weather looks more like what I'd like, proper winter. We don't get them around here...
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Vancouver (BC, not Washington) and the Fraser Valley have taken the brunt of it. We fair weather types just aren't prepared...umbrellas are no cover from this storm.
I feel like I've been stuck in my house for days, too scared to drive on the roads with all those folks who have not a clue about driving on ice and snow...
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This weekend is so going to suck, though....
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The abrupt weather change always makes me sick and I can tell that I'm starting to get a sore throat today.
LMZ
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Priceless =)
Especially the house-sneaking...