Sure, Los Angeles is an okay place to live if you like abundant sunshine and driving up Highway 1 on a weekday afternoon with the top down, a surfboard in the backseat, and Steely Dan's "Babylon Sisters" blaring on the stereo. But we could never live there! We'd miss the seasons; these magical winter days playing in the snow and nights making love in front of a roaring fire. And then there are precious afternoons like this, where all the windows in the office are open and we're fighting a despicable urge to turn on the air conditioning.

Outside on the streets of NYC, smug young men are no doubt loafing about wearing flip-flops, and the thong guy is sunbathing in Brooklyn Bridge Park. At the New York Botanical Garden in the Bronx, Japanese apricot trees are in full bloom along with the yellow Adonis plants and azaleas. Not normal, but isn't it heavenly? Like carefree frogs frolicking in a big pot of simmering water, we're just loving it. The west coast has nothing on us now! And if we all drive around the block a few times in our Hummers, surely we can beat LA's high temp today!