Romour has it that there will be snow this weekend, oh lord, here come the cold, the slick roads, and most of all, here comes a seven foot tropical popsicle, slipping and sliding, trying to use his size eighteen shoes to navigate the snow covered side walks hoping I don’t fall because sever feet is a long way to fall. Sometimes, I day dream that I am water skiing on the emerald ocean, with the sun beating down on my back. Ahhh the warmth. So this weekend, as the devilish flakes drift down from the sky. I will be thinking, bring on the daydreams. Ahhh yes, you see that sand, that sun, that tropical paradise, in my head that is where I am.