Yesterday, Jessie and Kim told you how hard they are working and how disciplined they are being up there in New England.
Today, Liz and I thought we’d offer another perspective.
Sending love from Key West to all the hardworking Wickeds up north and readers everywhere!
Fabulous, ladies! This morning the thermometer here registered 0.7… But we’re soldiering on, as it were. Have a mojito for me, will ya?
Will do, Edith!
Thanks. Just…thanks! 🙂
I know you guys think it’s chilly down there but it’s 19 here and getting worse as the weekend progresses! Have a fabulous time!
We’ll try, Sherry!
Sunshine! Heat! Warm breezes! Looks horrible. You poor things. 😉
Looks like you are having a fabulous time. Jealous. So jealous.
Not of your frigid weather, however. It’s been in the mid 80’s here all week and should continue well into next week. How you can stand having weather in the 60’s or 70’s is beyond me.
How about in the zeroes, Mark?!
Laughing, Mark. I know you’re made of tougher stuff.
I don’t know. It’s a running joke (years long) about how I can’t stand cold weather. It started on a trip to Vermont where someone from New York was talking about the lovely summer weather they were having for the trip while I was bundled up in my coat because it was low 60’s and raining. You know, Southern CA winter weather.
Reblogged this on Brand Fearless ~ Kim Fleck and commented:
Wicked good time in Key West ☀️🌀💕
To my loves in Key West—I think of little else but returning home to New England. But after seeing your photos today I could be very happy there with you.
My Harrington aunts criticized me without mercy for years, after I moved away from home in Massachusetts. When I went back to finish up school and find work, I expected to be seeing a lot of them. Instead I learned that they spent the cold months down south and the hot months up north. I never saw them.
Roberta, I love following your adventures in Florida.
Terrific blog today!
We would be happy to have you, Reine–either here or there!
Bill and I are still figuring out the whole “hot months” “cold months” thing.
Barb, I left Massachusetts for California after high school. Whenever I said anything went wrong or was unpleasant, my aunts would say—you’re the one who left. They kept asking me when I was coming home. But when I returned home to go to graduate school, none of them were ever around. They were either in Florida (because Boston was too cold) or they were in Maine or Nova Scotia (because Boston was too hot). 😉
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