Sanka: You mean winter, as in Eskimos and igloos and penguins and ICE?
Sanka: See ya.
Amen, Sanka. Amen.
Some of just aren't cut out for cold weather. Then, when some of us lose body fat that aided in insulation during past winters.. It's like a death sentence. I'm not at ALL exaggerating here, guys.
Imagine my excitement when I see this:
Freezing rain.. And that little red 1 next to Severe? It's warning me about all the ice they're expecting tomorrow morning. Even completely ignoring the SLOW COLD DEATH looming in my immediate future, some of us are also pretty uncoordinated. Like can't-walk-across-a-flat-surface-that-ISN'T-iced uncoordinated. So if the cold doesn't kill me fast enough, busting my head on the ice will surely finish me off. Or incapacitate me just enough to prevent my escape from a SLOW COLD DEATH.
On another note, there's junk that has slowly made it's way down into my chest since I've been at work. Nasty junk that makes it hurt to even consider coughing it up. Ew.
If work closes tomorrow (I live in Memphis- the whole place shuts down at the threat of ice), I may lounge and drink hot stuff in my fuzzy socks with Chris :)
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