Comeuppance

I told my grandmother, who lived in Michigan, that I was moving to Florida. That was three years ago. Every winter when I saw on the weather map that Michigan was getting hit hard and heavy with cold and snow I would call her and brag about it being seventy degrees outside. She would laugh and say “just you wait.”

My grandmother called today and asked how the weather was where I was in Florida.

She gave me my comeuppance.

Adventure Is Just Bad Timing

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT - © Douglas M. MacIlroy
PHOTO PROMPT – © Douglas M. MacIlroy

“Good Morning fellow listeners, this is Greg Fishel your local meteorologist and it’s another beautiful day in the villages.”

“Determining whether the car needs washing may affect your chances of precipitation today as will the possibility of your barbecuing.”

“Weather for tonight will be misty with extremely foggy mist in the north. Isolated showers elsewhere if the temperatures warm. Unseasonable climate will arrive into the north during, or within, some period between now and the distant future, edging into the western fringes by the end ot this week.

“Great God ! This is an awful place.”