Lest you think that's how Californians talk: wrong. I also lived in LA, a city too interesting to be called paradise. (Plus it is difficult to envision navigating paradise along the 210 down the 57 to the 5 to the 405.)
I now live in Nashville, where summer heat and humidity is hellacious. By August paradise's opposite often comes to mind.
But what magic spring works! This beautiful May afternoon a neighbor was out watering his irises, which are going full tilt. This being Nashville, he of course waved hello but then added, "Just another day in paradise!"
Nashvillians love their vibrant funky hometown as much as San Diegans do theirs, but I have never ever heard a Nashvillian say, JADiP!
But that's how bonkers we've gone after 6 months of ice storms, bitter cold, and then endless rain. Suddenly we're spending grocery money at Home Depot garden center to celebrate those few months when it deliriously sweet to be outside.