If one more person said "You'll be complaining about the snow come January," I'm going to kill them with my Glare Of Death (patent pending).  Difference is, when it's snowing, I can go inside and turn on the heat and not deal with the snow.  This crap?  Is bullshit.  Bullshit that you can't get away from, no matter how hard you try.

I'm loving that picture of Newbury St.
