Recently I came across this saying, which expresses my feelings rather well -- especially in light of the prolonged winter weather we, in the Midwest, are currently experiencing.
I do try to look at the world with rose colored glasses. So rather than pining about my current inability to live in warmer climes, I have decided to try to find five reasons to be glad I live here, in the Midwest. Here goes:
Perhaps Baby Jesus didn't have a snow-covered manger (and the neon-lit palm tree probably captures the aura of his birthplace better than a tinseled evergreen), but I just think Christmas yard decor looks better with a layer of snow under it.
Easter eggs are less prone to spoiling in a 30-degree-wind-chill egg hunt.
I only have to hear people complain about the heat/humidity two months out of the year.
I am boosting the economy in my quest for the most healing lotions, moisturizers, saline sprays and drops.
And the #1 reason I am glad I live in the Midwest:
Hurricane season is not one of our four.