I went on a major sweater binge earlier this week. It’s supposed to be colder than cold here soon and I am mentally preparing myself by sitting wrapped in a blanket, drinking a hot toddy and dreaming about palm trees, double digit temps, non-frozen bodies of water, light jackets and fresh fish tacos. It still always amazes me that you can hop on a plane and in no time at all be somewhere where snow is a novelty. Where people bundle up when the thermometer hits 50.
Take me back. Takemeaway.