That I could go to the tropics, or Italy...whichever is more convenient.
That there were heaters in our basement...lots, and lots of heaters.
That I could eat cinnamon rolls...lots, and lots of cinnamon rolls.
That my hair was really, really long so it would keep my neck warm.
That I had insulated sweatpants, toe socks, mittens, sweatshirt, parka, legwarmers, etc...
That I could go get a manicure, and paint my nails red.
That I had a laptop in my room so I could blog in the warmth, instead of the frigid cinder block garage.
That I knew Spanish, so I could order enchiladas properly.
That I could run like the wind.
That I had a cute winter coat, so I wouldn't frequently be mistaken for a hobo.
That my name was Scarlett.
That my boyfriends name was Rhett.
That I was a Southern Belle.
That my pickup was pink.
That jewelry grew on tumbleweeds.
That I wasn't a moron.
Peace, Love, & Oh, I wish that I could sing too....for the benefit of my unwilling listeners.