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Baby It's Cold Outside. (Subtitle: No Shit Sherlock)

It goes without saying that it's colder than a snowman's fart outside. Actually, at this moment it's relatively warm at a balmy 27F.  Tomorrow should be ok at 17F. Then Sunday and Monday? Those assholes are out to get us. Working together! Damn Sunday, why you gotta be like that? -15 will be the high.


for the HIGH.

what. the. hell?

Our low for Sunday evening? -26F. I can't. I just can't. The govnuh (and yes, you must say it that way. DO IT!) has closed all public schools for Monday because of the chilly weather. I'm pretty sure Sophia did a happy dance when she heard that. She's the only one of the 3 kids who has to actually wait outside for her bus. The other two get front door service, perks of the little bus. Sophia hates to bundle up, she overheats by the time she gets to school. She's extremely proficient at layers but still, way too cold for her to stand out there.

If you're going outside, please bundle up. Duh. If you don't need to be out there, uh don't be?? My store was jam packed today with people getting ready to hunker down for a few days. Right now it's sleeting/raining and I anticipate our roads to suck ass tomorrow. Please be careful my friends. (I can call you my friends yes? gosh I hope so). Now go make some chili and have a great weekend!


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