So, here's the statement.
I fucking hate summer. (hehehe.)
I recall the exact moment during last winter when I wished for summer. (Anyone who experiences winter weather on a regular basis can identify with this.) It was -30C with a windchill that made it colder. My car wouldn't start. I was late for something. They still hadn't plowed our driveway yet. And I had lost both my hat and mittens the night before at the pub. (Which probably means that I was hungover, too.)
I wanted summer so badly, at that moment. Because in the summer, there's no problem in starting up my car. I don't have to wear layers. I don't have to struggle to open the door against a pile of snow in the mornings. I never fall down. (Except when I've been at the pub for too long.)
Now? I wish it was winter. It sure beats walking into my living room which is sitting at 92 degrees F. My bread doesn't mold in a 24 hour time span. My hair isn't plastered to the side of my head so unattractively. I wouldn't be as anxious to take a cold shower.
Damn.
and for all you spoil sports, yes I know that there are 2 other seasons that might better suit me. But they only last about a week in length, each.