  Not impressed It's cold today. 62 degrees here on the beach, and 57 whereever it is that my little weather tramp over there lives. The airport I guess. And she's not even wearing a sweater. I guess when you're that hot, you don't need wool. Anyway, this is NOT why I live in Miami. 57 degrees is in no way tropical. I know so many northern transplants here in Miami are overjoyed at the drop in temperature. It's crisp and lively and the air is fresh. Whatever. All I know is I'm looking forward to warmer weather again. If I wanted cold, I'd have chosen to live somewhere north. Give me a good, muggy August afternoon at 95 degrees and let me live happily in Miami. This cold crap is for the (snow)birds! Diva out. 
