I always used to say I loved the cold. I did, and usually, I do.

When the winter season first begins and the temperature begins to drop, I'm ready with my sweaters, boots, and hot tea. But then it gets colder, and it stays cold. You see, when I say I love the cold, I mean the 50-degree cold we get at home in South Florida.

I do NOT mean whatever frozen tundra this is. There was ice on the FSU campus a few weeks ago. Ice! This might not seem like a big deal to most people, but I am not accustomed to this. I am not prepared. I am not strong enough.

To top it off, the cold has hardly stopped since it began. I love cold fronts when it's chilly for a few days and then it's warm again. But right now, in Tallahassee, I feel like I'm on Game of Thrones, and winter has come. Maybe that's a tad dramatic. But I can't remember the last time the temperature was above 60. All you northerners might think 60 is fairly warm, but I am weak. I grew up in place where people pull out Ugg boots the second it drops below 70.

Now, this is my second winter in Tallahassee; I know this cold's here to stay for a while. But, regardless, I'd like to ask this cold to go away. Or, at least, give me a break. I only have so many sweaters and long sleeve shirts. I really don't want to have to do my laundry again this week. So, please, cold, cut this little South Florida girl some slack, and at least lay off with the ice. I'm clumsy, I slip easily.