I may be crossing Winnipeg off my list of Canadian cities in which I'd like to live (as opposed to the one in which I'm probably stuck for the rest of my life). And before you accuse me of being a complete and utter pussy when it comes to weather, I will admit it: Toronto has transformed me into a complete and utter pussy when it comes to weather. I don't complain as much as the average Torontonian nor do I complain about the lack of meterological extremes like my wife (and Prairies girl at heart), but I do secretly thank my lucky stars that Toronto weather is so, um, boring.