I am seriously dying in this cold weather. Here’s our 5 day forecast. Look at Friday!! 8 degrees. My Florida peeps, please, please come get me. My lips are chapped, my hands are cracked, and my toes are numb.
Doc Lancelot mentioned planning our ski trip for February. I told him I couldn’t even talk about it. Right now, that’s not my idea of a vacation. Spending a week packing ski clothes to go spend another week in more snow. Um, no thanks honey. I always love skiing, and I know once I get there, I’ll love it.
If I had a weatherman like this to deliver the bad news, I might find it a little (just a little) more bearable. I just want to squeeze him. God love him, he’s probably laughing at something totally inappropriate…which is why I like him even more. Enjoy…..and please come get me. Please. Now. Go On. Scurry. NOW!