Mr. Gator thought it would be wise to visit our future home
and school as well as see the most famous firework show while we were there,
which by the way is a very nerve racking in itself, but that’s for another
post.
| See the massive amount of people |
| On our trolly tour around the city |
Let me start off by saying I like cold but I don’t like
COLD. When we first got there during the dead heat of the summer, or at
least it was everywhere else in the nation, I was worried when I reached for my
sweater. Now it was not snowing or even close to freezing, but there was a very
nice cool breeze with a temperature around mid to low 60s.
I was worried. Then I started thinking about how I would
ever manage bringing baby gator up there when I won’t even be able to handle
it.
Here are my current concerns:
1) Will I freeze when I walk outside
2) Will baby gator be mad at me and Mr. Gator for bringing
them out of the sweat as soon as you walk outside August in the swampland to
the start wearing coats September in the yankee’s north
3) Will I be able to drive in the snow if we decide to bring
a car
4) According to Mr. Gator a cajun accent sometimes slips out
of me, will I develop a yankee accent on top of my already southern/now slightly
cajun accent while I live there (gross)
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