OH REALLY?

Oh UH-UH.

For the first time since, oh, 2003, I cursed the weather. Repeatedly. With ferocity.

Seriously.

When I lived in the Ama-skrilla, 20 degree mornings were a part of life for, you know, like 8 MONTHS OUT OF THE YEAR.

Hence the reason I moved back to the G.

Because the bitching for 8 months? Apparently no one enjoys that, least of all ME.

But THIS. THIS IS UNREASONABLE.

IV and I hunkered down under the covers and watched not ONE, but TWO episodes of Sesame, learning all about the word "habitat" and laughing at the skit where a bird real estate agent tries to sell Big Bird on living in various condo locations, including the rainforest and a swamp.

I made a quick dash to the shower, agreeing that, yes, it would suck, but that I have to face Tiff tonight and she would probably appreciate me not stinking and / or not having funky hair.

I looked for an outfit that would accomodate many, many layers. One that would compliment *Uggs.

*YES, I KNOW. They are so circa-2002-when-I-wore-them-to-Paris but people, DESPERATE TIMES CALL FOR DESPERATE MEASURES.

Done.

I stuffed IV into jeans, undershirt, overshirt, puffy jacket and beanie cap.

We let Eli out for an approximate 2 second pee.

And then we made a mad dash for the car.

All I'm saying is that if I could explain to you the look on this child's face when that cold, wet, north wind smacked him in the face...

Well, let's just say that I am a little less worried about him moving away to the midwest now.