It's cold. Damn cold. And this weekend it's forcasted to be colder. JHC. (our Lord's initials, for all you non-blasphemers out there)
I'm sitting here blogging fully dressed (as opposed to how I'm normally blogging...!) and wearing my coat too. I don't think I'd type as well if I were wearing gloves, so I haven't resorted to that yet. I'm close though.
JOOM: totally come hang if you're here. Seriously.
Rebecca: who's the "ho" exactly??
DFB: Yeah it had meaning. Bite me. Oh and let's watch Return of the King.
**whew, survived the tangent**
So all I want to do is stay in a warm bath or the hot tub all day long. As soon as I get out, even though it successfully raised my body temperature, I get cold again.
I used to love the cold. But now I don't. I can picture myself living in a climate that either A) doesn't ever change more that 20 degrees one way or the other or B) somewhere hot. Although, mid-summer I get pretty miserable if it's too hot. Maybe I'll migrate south to St. George, UT in October and back north to Rexburg, ID in April like my grandparents used to.
Until that time, sadly, my hands will swell and shrink with the ginormous temperature span here in Utah. Or maybe I can get Tom Clark to knit me AWESOME pussy-gloves to match my AWESOME pussy-cap. :)