We bundled up and walked out to get the mail today. (Maybe not the brightest idea.) You see, the temp read 10 above but the wicked wind blowing must have made the wind chill around 90 below. Or near that. At least. But fresh air is good for you, right? Must say I had a few moments when I was wondering if the old, stale, WARM air inside the house wouldn't have been better.
Although it may not look like it, I could see. But I will admit I was having trouble breathing with that scarf wrapped around my face in mummy fashion.
Papa Pea had to take his mitts off to take the picture and was not happy about how instantly his hands became fro-ZEN!
I guess we need to get hardened off . . . fast. This is our first real cold snap of the winter. We've been lulled into complacency by our unusually mild temps up until now.
Please, Mr. Old Man Winter, if you would just bring us a good covering of snow, it wouldn't seem so bad. And if you want to lose that wind for the rest of the cold months that wouldn't be bad either.
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