Brrr!

It was minus 11F degrees at my house this morning. Or minus 4 – whatever. Once you get below 10 degrees it’s all the same to me.


I could tell it was extra cold when:

• I got brain freeze without benefit of ice cream. I’m a bit annoyed about that, actually.
• My slide toward menopause is manifesting itself in “dew” on my upper lip as I run around getting ready in the morning. I have a bit of a mustache (don’t worry – I bleach so as not to offend). Moisture + hair = icicles on my upper lip. Very strange feeling.
• My ordinarily reliable heater in my car mostly went “meh” for about 30 miles. It woke up in the last 5 miles, but it was too little too late in my opinion! Where’s my 85 degree sauna?
• My Milk Duds are extra chewy (shhh! – don’t tell anyone I’m eating Milk Duds for breakfast.).

But aren’t the buckles at the bottom of the glaciated plains lovely with their blanket of snow? (See, Ellen, I know where I live isn’t really that flat). Oh, you don’t see anything? That’s because I’m writing this at work, so no pictures. I’ll post some tomorrow – promise!