But good for them, I say. It's supposed to be sunny and 75° and perfect there every day; I mean, they don't call it San Diego for nothin'.
Gazing longingly at Jacquie's sun-drenched and beachy photos yesterday made me almost like the contrast between that West Coast and this East one. Okay, like's not the right word. But at this point in January it seems like winter will be here forever, so looking at those photos is like watching a science fiction movie, or reading fantasy fiction about a world far away and totally different than ours.
And nothing shows the difference between that far-away world and this ice-encrusted one more than our trip home from Chicago last month.
hugely successful drive west, Mom had planned to fly home, so Mistah and I pointed Lexie east and drove it ourselves.
|I love these half-blurred, out-the-window shots; |
they're so Rainman.