My point is, I know, we know, everyone knows, summer weather sucks the high hairy one, Sister Katherine, and no one no one NO ONE needs the fact of the upcoming annual spontaneous undie-combustion festival thrown back in their face when they innocently complain about current unpleasant conditions. But we all know someone who does just that. I bet somewhere in the Great White North (NOT a waisis term, climb down off your Sharpton-sponsored soapbox) there is an Eskimo flinching as his SIL bleats “You think THIS is cold? Wait until November/December/January gets here.” The difference is most Eskimos are readily armed with rabid baby seals, so I hear, and can beat anyone they want to a furry pulp with one and scarcely break a sweat. You know, because it’s cold.
It’s said that the Inuit have forty different words for “This weather sucks.” Or something like that.