On the bright side, this means I can complain twice as much as before

When I was a kid:
*I loved winter. Snow was awesome.
*I loved summer. Vacation was awesome.

How I knew I was getting older:
*Winter was still reasonably fun, except I hated driving in it.
*Summer was really getting to be too hot, and there was no more vacation.

How I knew I was finally old:
*Winter is a wretched season, and snow is the dandruff of Satan.
*Summer is a wretched season, and humidity is the ball sweat of Satan.

Thank goodness for Spring and Autumn, I guess.
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