Hubster and I have officially settled into Cinci, hunkered down over the holidays, gained a siamese twin apiece in alcohol and lardable chunkiness and are in the midst of surviving what can only be described as frozen hell. We also took in some sporting events, made some new friends and celebrated one of my very best childhood friend's recent engagements in NC. A hell of a start to 2014 if I do say so myself!
Then, yesterday happened.
According to people in mostly Alabama, if the sun is shining while it's raining, the devil is busy beating his wife. Given the same context and what is happening outside my abode at this very moment, I'd say wifey decided to fight back. Big time. Home girl spent her holiday studying up on this:
maybe a little of this:
and has taken matters into her own hands, in a charming display of blistering winds and wind chills approaching -35. Negative. Thirty. Five.
Sidenote: It took me forever to find this gif, I keep thinking these commercials are for insurance...
nice work AT&T.
To put that charming temperature into perspective, it is the same number of degrees different from freezing as the difference between freezing and 99 degrees. There are warnings flying across my screen about exposed skin getting frostbite after 5 min. Hubs stuck his nip on the window this morning to test out this theory, and appeared sorely disappointed to still have both after several minutes.
I am boiling water on the stove for warmth because my heat can't keep up. [That's mostly a lie, it's because I wanted to make some of that bomb Aveda tea. Hair products and crack-tea, who knew?]
Finnley has on her favorite ugly Christmas sweater and we have purchased her a new set of booties, which is much less entertaining than I had hoped. But here she is channeling her inner Jessica Rabbit in her first encounter with snow a few weeks ago:
Survival mode kids, survival mode. Even the local ski slope, Perfect North, is closed due to the cold... I have yet to see this Perfect North... but considering the nearest hotel to it is at the airport, which I have flown into on several occassions, and I have yet to see anything even resembling a large hill in the area... I am highly suspicious of the slopeness and skiability... Didn't stop me from getting this fuzzy piece of heaven last week!
I actually have the cheaper Columbia version of that jacket and am OBSESSED with it. Sleep in it frequently and Barley thinks me more cuddlier now :-).
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