Last week I was complaining about a cold and windy rain here in NV. We had to hurry back to MI for my sister's funeral. When we got off of the plane, I suddenly remembered why we moved to sunny Las Vegas.

I got chilled and wet clearing another sister's driveway. Been blowing and hacking ever since, plus I passed it on to my wife.

I'll try my best to not complain about our weather again. At least not until it hits 120F.

Don S.

Last edited by Curmudgeon; 03/08/10 09:51 AM.