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My evil is supreme.
Yeah, when I told my classics teacher we were moving to the Chapel Hill area he said, "Ahh, blue heaven." Living here in the great frozen/muddy north, I long for four different seasons, each of which takes up about a quarter of a year. We had that in Connecticut, I know, but the seasons all sort of showed up on random days. Valentine's Day was as likely to be spring as Easter, Christmas always had the potential to be arctic or fallish, depending.
Four seasons, three months each, in order. How kooky would that be? |
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