Sharp as a Marble points out that Floridian’s blood turn to slushie when temps drop below the 50° mark. And even though I can see the instant smirk from our brothers and sisters up north, I want to let them know that our temps just do not drop but implode. At more Northern latitudes, they go through an adjustment period called Fall when their 2 weeks tops of “heat” they have in Summer, gently slides down over a period of months to a freeze-your-butt frigidity. We are not that lucky since apparently LIN, the God of Weather decide to do cast his magic gas and the temp drops almost 50 degrees overnight after eight months of Two Degrees Hotter Than Hell weather.

I am betting on snow this winter and not the one from Colombia.

Where the hell are my socks?