Oh, Tanned and Bombed

As we chase the sun from North to South, we are living out an eternal summer. It’s wonderful being in Floriduh, where we have all the farm fresh produce we want, and the sun shines all day while the rest of the country is freezing their butts off. But life in Margaritaville makes it a little hard for us to get into that ol’ Christmas spirit. It seems so ridiculous to hear a country version of White Christmas on the radio, when it’s eighty one freekin’ degrees outside, humid as all hell, and we’re sipping Mojitos.

But last Saturday morning, bright and early at 8 AM, Santa came to visit us at Jetty Park. He wanted to make sure us fulltimers knew what time of year it really is.

After Santa’s visit, I got a little sad that we won’t be seeing our families in California this Christmas. But still, we’re glad to be escaping the annual consumer shopping orgy, and not doing much of anything on the 25th. Now, our New Year’s Eve plans are another story . . .

3 Responses to “Oh, Tanned and Bombed”

  1. If it makes you feel any better, it was almost 80 degrees here in Tennessee yesterday. People whining all day about how hot it was and wondering if that cold front scheduled to come through this weekend really will bring us some snow or not. It never does, but it still doesn’t keep us all from a little wishful thinking.

    It just doesn’t feel like Christmas if it isn’t at least cold. Snow would be preferable. Then again, that’s just me.

  2. too wierd !, even for floriduh !

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