This must be the place we were meant to live. I really can't complain about living in paradise. I have my little gripes - like, I wish our florida bungalows were on streets that actually had sidewalks and I wish the grass was lovely and soft like it is up north instead of hard, prickly, and drought resistant. I would love to watch Rio roll down a hill on soft grass but that ain't happenin' so I'll focus on the positives.We get to frolic in the fountains as we overlook the bay full of boats. We get to play in the sun and splash in the water while those people with the soft grass are beginning to shop for jackets.
I'll take the heat, thank you. I'll trade the smell of fall and the leaves changing for a few more months at the beach.
After all, we can't play in the yard!
