That sucks because now I am forced, forced I tell you, to wing down to the Sunshine State, missing a weekful of temperatures here which may rise all the way into the mid-30s.
While there, I will have to perform exhausting physical labor such as getting some meals together in between outings to the beach, shopping, and museums.
I will have to drag myself out of bed at the crack of 9:00 a.m. If I want a grapefruit for breakfast, I will actually have to step outside and pick one off a tree. The only way I'll get freshly squeezed orange juice is if I pour a glass from the pitcher in the fridge.
I won't have my light box for therapy, so I will have to make do with real sunshine.
I will have to watch helplessly as my body transforms from a prune to a plum and then listen to people go on about how healthy my hair looks and how my skin has a little glow. Sooo tedious.
Furthermore, I will also have to inequitably exchange seven layers of clothing for three or fewer.
I will have to tear myself away from 30 inches of snow here and instead endure lounging in the pool while sipping exotic, paper-umbrella-garnished potions tenderly prepared by someone else.
I will have to trade my snow shovel for a sand shovel.
Life isn't fair, right?
Nevertheless, my Mom and Dad have both made extraordinary sacrifices for me throughout my life, and I'm willing to step up, give back, and fly down. So even though it hasn't been fun for my Mom recently, at least this gives me the opportunity to reap lots of props for being such a great daughter, which I totally deserve considering all of the above hardships that await me once I arrive.
Meanwhile, I bet my writing this post that's entirely devoted to my Mom will help raise her spirits. My Mama ain't raised no fool, yo.
Gotta go pack, yo ....
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