February (and Spring in general) is supposed to be the time of love. Being from Wisconsin, I can understand this mindset. WHen your house is buried under 20 feet of snow, snuggling up with someone to keep you warm is a great idea. But if you live in a hotter than Hades climate like southern Texas (as I now do), it kinda becomes meaningless. I have come to the conclusion that man is NOT meant to live this far south. August in Houston is too hot to even go outside (I'd compare it to Tatooine if Arizona didn't already have that honor!!). And of curse, that's the month that seems to have the most signifigant birthdays in my life. So I spend a month in hell ach year, wishing I was back in Pennsylvania, or Wisconsin, or Ohio, or Canada. Not even the fact that I never have to shovel out my driveway makes up for what I miss now. Those of you still lucky enough to have a life in such a Hoth-like climate, remember this: You can always put on extra layers of clothes-that's what parkas and snowpants are for! But when the temperature gets above 90 degrees and you are wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, there is nothing left to take off (without getting arrested!!).