The thing I complain about the most is being cold. I hate to be cold. There aren’t enough articles of clothing I could put on to keep me warm in the dead of winter. And if I could put enough on to keep me warm, I would not be able to walk, move, or breathe.
“Move somewhere warmer.” You say.
Well, that would mean sacrificing some of the wonderful things I love about my hometown in the beautiful Natural State. In reality, our winters are mild until they aren’t. And when we have a “bad winter”, it usually lasts the duration of an entire week, and on rare occassions, two. And we are having one of those rare ones. The kind where the ice is refusing to vacate the premises.
So while it remains, I will complain.
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