J'adore Cape Cod.

I love Cape Cod. I love it in ways that are normally reserved for children, spouses, and really excellent jewelry. I love it with my whole being, my entire core. I love. love. love. the cape.

When the weather starts getting nicer (anywhere above 60 degrees, really), my mind starts wandering down 6A and towards the beach. Today's temperatures will allegedly reach the high seventies, and so my brain is firmly planted in Harwichport.

I think the reason I love the cape so much has less to do with its geographical location, and more to do with what I do there. Which is to practice my lounging and lolling about.

Have you ever lolled? Southern and I are big fans of the Sweet Potato Queens, and they introduced me to the concept. Lolling about is a combination of lying around, drinking cool beverages, and convincing people to amuse you while you recline on some sort of cushioned surface. It's my activity of choice.

Tanning while lolling is an excellent way to spend the day. Add a book (perhaps a Red Dress Novel?) and you've created the single most perfect situation in existence.

There are only a few short days left in May, and then June (and lolling, and cape season) is upon us. I'm ready. Are you?

Anything with an average over 70, thanks.

Don't get me wrong, I love Massachusetts. I love the trees in the fall, the indian pudding and the distinct seasons. My family (well, at least some of my family, we have some rouges that have moved around) has lived in Massachusetts since 1620 and it's served us pretty well.

That being said, there are some mornings... like, oh, this one... where I think that it might be nice to wake up and not have to mentally calculate how fast I can turn on the space heater and hop back under the covers to wait for it to heat up the room to a balmy 60 degrees.

With that in mind, here are the two places I'd rather live than Boston. I'm going to give you a spoiler right now, too. Hawaii isn't one of them. People always say Hawaii and it drives me nuts because, really? Do you actually want to live in Hawaii, or is it just the only warm place you can think of right now? I've seen Dog the Bounty Hunter and Hawaii looks a little too rough and tumble for me.

1) Kiawah Island, South Carolina

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Okay, what is not to love? Lush, beautiful surroundings, southern hospitality and a Native American based name (I'm a sucker for the virtually unpronounceable). Full disclosure: I've never actually been to Kiawah Island, but I think that makes me love it more. That way, my mental image of sandy beaches and welcoming people can never be tarnished by the random weirdo on the street that keeps asking you where you're from. Don't pretend that you haven't dealt with that guy on vacation. He's always there, and he's often wearing a fanny pack.

2) San Francisco, CA

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I took a vacation with an ex-boyfriend to San Francisco a few years ago, and while the relationship didn't hold up, the love of the city did. The whole place is so charming and quirky. Have you ever been to their port area? Chowder in sour dough bread bowls. Everywhere. And also, um, Ghirardelli is based there. I think that's all we need to say about that.

Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go mentally plan what I'd wear in each of these cities. Because in the imaginary world where I live there, I always dress really well have have naturally straight, thick hair.