There are two words that I have come to despise: SINGLE DIGITS. We are not talking fingers and toes here, people. Those two words have been the temperature here in NKY for days. I am so tired of being cold. I’m even more tired of talking about it. My sister and writing partner in Co. calls and says with a grin in her voice, “it’s 54 degrees out here,” I am going out there this summer, and I just may take a ball bat with me.
I still haven’t been to Staples to get ink cartridges for my printer. I swear I’m going today. As soon as the temp gets above -2.
And id that’s not enough, My FU finger on my right hand is all dry and cracked. They are all dry, no matter how much lotion I use. I pulled my jeans off the other night, it looked like it was snowing in the bathroom. I rub baby oil on my body every time I shower, (that’s a lot of oil, I tell you.)
Well, the furbabies are looking like,”do we get to eat today?” so I will quit bitchin’ for now. You all be good to yourselves and stay warm if you can. We’ll talk later.