and 50 MPH winds with a flash freeze and negative temperatures.
All this snow-related talk! Please, my ears are delicate, and I know absolutely nothing of the topic any longer! Spare me the gruesome details! Grrrrrrr.
(It recently got so cold here that I had to wrap myself in a beach towel 15 minutes after getting out of the water instead of the 30 to 40 minutes that it usually takes. Brrrrrrrr.)
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I don’t travel anywhere that is experiencing snowfall or has recently experienced snowfall.
(Little known fact: in the middle of wintertime when Minneapolis has its coldest, freezing days, Jane S sometimes comes out to California to see me instead of me going there.)
(She’ll deny it, of course, but that’s fine, because her face-saving denial is a stipulation that we worked into the contract that we signed when we agreed to this occasional rendezvous. Shhhhh.)
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Maybe you just need someone to give you a warm blanket . . .
. . . or an even warmer massage.
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Gee, I never even considered that option. I guess my Minneapolis exploits have tainted my line of thinking when faced with certain predicaments. It’s not my fault, though. The meanies who go to court all the time or who love slamming the doors on my foot are really to blame; I’m not that accustomed to being invited in. Grrrrrrr.
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Why would I want to hang around outside and look through the window? Seems kind of cree…
…hold on, I’m beginning to understand the validity of it now. (Cough, cough.)
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Spunky 