It was 19 degrees this morning.
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That's a scary number down here in the south. It's the equivalent of a minus 25 up north (A thoroughly scientific Gina calculation)
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And I admit .....after living here for 12 years...I'm a total woos when it comes to cold weather now.
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As a kid in Chicago, I walked to school when it was so cold out your eyelashes froze together. You navigated by pure instinct. And when you arrived in your classroom, a crabby Sister (as in Catholic nun) waited in the coat room to "peel" you down: unwinding your scarf, pulling off your mismatched mittens, unbuttoning your coat. You cheeks would flame as the dry radiator heat slapped them.
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This morning as soon as I pulled the car out of the garage, my son and I had teeth doing the cha-cha. I was grateful to have a tiny two seater car because it took only a few minutes to fill the small space with heat and stop our teeth from auditioning to Dancing with the Stars.
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By this afternoon, wily marketers must have scanned the radar across the country and let loose their "time to leave the cold" campaigns.....because I received a few emails encouraging me to abandon ship and head farther south. One email from a travel company caught my attention because it mentioned I should finally give in to my fantasies and head to Mustique.
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Mustique?
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I thought of a man with a Borat-type accent asking what violin song he could play for me or a place with a significant mold problem.
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Hello Google.
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Holy shit. It's purported to be the most exclusive island in the world....loocated in the Caribbean.... but please don't think of flying your private jet there because the runway is too short ( I know, I know....can we say landfill?)
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There's a 100 villas....3-5 staff per house minimum and a full time concierge for the island who makes dinner reservations( there's only two resturants ......so is this hard?), places spa appointments and reserves picnic tables (hmmmm hammer, nails and boards equal more tables folks).
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Rates....start at $5000 to 48,000 per week.
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They also encourage you to pick a villa to suit your own architectural needs. I admit, I did not know I had architectural needs and I will immediately devote some thought tonight as to what hidden desires I have...choices include Caribbean gingerbread (sounds too sweet), Moroccan or Paladin ( I honestly don't know what that means).
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Hey......I don't want to keep all the fun of dreaming to myself.....so if you're thinking palm trees right now......here's the place to go.....Mustique.
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The only nasty things about the island........check out the photo gallery
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Apparently bikini clad women drown horses at sunset for fun........what can I say?...the rich are different.
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(There are five pics in the photo gallery....so click or wait for the waves to wash over and change the view.....pony sinking is either the first or last pic)
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