I hate the sun. Being from Southern California, that qualifies me as two things. A blasphemer and screwed. My friends and family don't get it. It's difficult to quantify really. It's kind of like my banana issues. Let me 'splain. I like the sun if it's chilly outside and the sun just warms your back. I like it if I'm supposed to have it in a situation. Like the beach. Or a picnic. I don't like it if it will make me uncomfortable in any way.
My husband likes to make fun of me by pointing out that I only have an acceptable temperature range of about 4 degrees. He's not really inaccurate. So the bananas? I only like to eat bananas during this very specific window of time. They need to be pretty much all yellow with no brown spots or marks on them. If they start getting little spots, it's past time for me. So again, it's a time frame with factors that are indiscernible by anyone else but me.
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