So, I’m having a conversation with one of my friends in Wisconsin, and I got off a little rant about the weather here. It went like this. This is a chat transcript, so forgive the tone and style:
Me: You’re not a fan of snow?
Her: No. I really dislike winter. It’s depressing and inconvenient.
Me: Um…You live in WISCONSIN.
Her: Yes, I know this.
Me: Winter isn’t depressing. You know what’s depressing? Living somewhere where there is no winter. Like here. Where it swings wildly between 60 and 20 degrees, often several times in the same week…no snow, no ice, nothing but bare trees and mud often so deep you can’t even walk in the fields. So, yeah…give me Wisco any day, at least you can go sledding.
Her: Ok. I will shut up now. 😛
Now, with that rant out of the way, I need to get back to my efforts to convince the [mythical, nonexistent] future Mrs. Milam that living here is all kinds of awesome.
I know. Good luck with that.