My sis told me that she's tired of reading my "weather forecasts", i.e. those about haze. You're not a meteorological station, she complained, we can read for ourselves in the papers. Well, I like writing about the weather because my friends overseas love to hear about our smog. They have just sent me beautiful pictures of their haze free city, blue skies and all, maybe to make me drool. Well, I'm not the least bit envious or worked up. I'm happy they're having wonderful weather but think how lucky we are when winter comes around and they're shivering in their shoes!
Monday, September 21, 2015
Last Laugh
My sis told me that she's tired of reading my "weather forecasts", i.e. those about haze. You're not a meteorological station, she complained, we can read for ourselves in the papers. Well, I like writing about the weather because my friends overseas love to hear about our smog. They have just sent me beautiful pictures of their haze free city, blue skies and all, maybe to make me drool. Well, I'm not the least bit envious or worked up. I'm happy they're having wonderful weather but think how lucky we are when winter comes around and they're shivering in their shoes!
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