brrr

Steven's outside making the kids a skating rink. I know, it's 10:13 pm, and it's cold out there. I can't imagine shoveling a giant hole in the snow covered yard and spraying water around with the hose when it's minus 26 degrees Celsius (3.2'F) is a whole lot of fun.

That's why I'm not offering to help him. I'm a little lazy about getting myself excited to hang out in the snowy backyard, especially to work.

My excuses today were:

• I don't have proper snowy backyard boots to wear. The zipper is busted out of one. It wouldn't have likely stopped me from going tobogganing or something a little more fun.
• I wanted to vacuum. Not that I ended up doing that.
• I had to feed the baby. For hours, had Steven checked the clock.
• Making supper.
• Going to Zumba (yay!)
• And simply: Nope. It's too cold. Let me get you some hot chocolate.

I don't much like being cold. I don't go on about it all the time. We're all in the same room/town/city/country. You're just as cold as I am. We all deal. But still. It sucks.

I'm more of a summer person. That being said, I don't know if I'd like to live somewhere where it's crazy hot either. When it starts to climb up towards the plus 30 range I feel kind of sucky about that too. Being sweaty and gross is no more fun than being cold. At least when it's cold I can layer socks, slippers, sweaters and big comfy flannel blankets all around myself while I sip hot chocolate and watch tv. Our air conditioner doesn't work that well. There were a few times last summer that, despite the best efforts of the AC, it was 27 degrees in this house.

That sucked. A lot. There is only so much that ice cream can help with.

I had ice cream tonight, but it's okay, because I had a sweater, some slippers and Ellie the LapWarmer to stave off the chill.