Its freaking cold.
Not only is it freaking cold, but its freaking cold with no snow, which in my opinion is not entirely fair...If its going to be this bone rattlin cold, I want some snow to show for it. Big snow.
I'm at work, and I've got so many irrational layers of clothes on, I could give Little Edie Beale a run for her money in the eccentric wardrobe competition.
Yes, I am wearing 4 shirts 2 pairs of pants and a few pairs of socks (one of the pairs is handknit).
Now, I just want that snow.
1 comment:
If you had snow, you wouldn't want it. I'm just sayin'. You think you want snow, but trust me, you don't.
I've got plenty of both cold and snow here, and I'd settle for just the cold. You don't have to shovel cold. Or try to see around piles of it when you are driving. Or try to climb over it when you are taking the bus. Or worry that it will collapse on kids who insist on digging tunnels through it even when their parents forbid them to. Or think about your favourite hat lying wet and slushy in the dirty, salty stuff, being driven over by taxi and truck tires. (Well, that last part would only happen if you lost your favourite hat on the way to your Knitters' Guild meeting, but you know what I mean.)
Give me just cold any day.
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