For a veteran Floridian (18 years & counting), who formally resided in the cold Northeast for majority of her life, I thank my lucky palm trees that I now live in the South. Your body gets so used to the warmth, that when you do visit the bitter cold, you feel like you are slowly being tortured by a real crazy person. After recently spending 5 days in the Northeast at my sister’s, I have come to the conclusion that winter is like a scorned woman: A real psycho bitch! You know that saying, ‘Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman’? Hell hath no fury…
How Winter is Like A Scorned Woman
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