It’s 35 degrees in March. By the weekend, it’s expected to reach 70.
I would celebrate, but I’m afraid the meteorologists will start calling for snow if I do.
Everyone knows that by mid-February, we Southerners are ready for the warm weather.
And we want it to stay warm. Otherwise, our delicate systems are upset and we get sick for a week.
Think I’m exaggerating? As I’m writing this, I’m home with a sick daughter who is rubbing her nose red and is unable to breathe.