That’s what I used to tell The Commander back in the Jurassic Age. By the time I got to junior high or so she had given up on me and I can remember many days freeeeeezing in my mini-skirt, nylons and “fashionable” little fake leopard skin coat on the way to school. Minus 25 (F)? No problem. I am kind of amazed that I never got frostbite in that crazy getup.
These days I am the Queen of Layers but I still don’t like to wear snowpants. I tried for a few years. I looked (and felt) like a purple Pillsbury doughboy. I finally donated them. I stewed around for a couple years about what to replace them with (I can do without them down to about five degrees). Finally I hit on the perfect solution! My mid-calf length wool skirt! It does the trick perfectly. Well, maybe not at -25 but I give myself a pass on those rare days.
I telecommuted today. That turned out to be a good thing because, as those who *didn’t* telecommute said, it was “exciting” at work today. Why? Well. Because the parking lot was not plowed this morning when people arrived and only 4WD vehicles could navigate the snow without getting stuck. So multiple vee-hickles got stuck. When the plowing service eventually came, it apparently made the situation *worse* by plowing more vee-hickles in. Folks were wondering if they would be able to get out of the parking lot at the end of the day. I’m not sure if they were joking or not.
Whaddya do when it snows? You grill chicken (or duck or veggies or steaks or whatever) of course! And that is what we did last night. Of course it was something like 23 degrees at the time (and snowing), not
-5 -9 like right now. But I’m sure we have grilled at -5 -9. We can dress for it (and it’s a gas grill so when you’re cooking something like chicken, there are long periods of time you can let it bake relatively unattended).
All in all it was a pretty long slodgy day. That Darn EPA closed today (weather, not sequester or furlough), so after a flurry of shoveling early in the morning, the GG’s main sources of amusement involved watching the temperature slowly descend from around 13 to
-5 -9, monitoring the Planet Ann Arbor snow plow tracking web app, reading, and deciding to use the Blue and Only Bathroom every single damn time *I* did, even though those times were few and far between.
Love y’all. If you are Up in the Land of the Ice and Snow (beware, it’s a YouTube link), stay warm and be careful driving.
Good night, –KW
P.S. Of course I didn’t *ever* say, “I don’t need no stinkin’ snow pants” to The Commander. I can’t remember when that idiom entered the English language but it wasn’t around in the 1960s. Besides that, The Comm always HATED when I used it on my blahg. I used it *anyway*. (It’s my blahg and I will cry if I want to yada yada (she hated when I wrote “yada yada” too).) I’m sure she probably hated Led Zeppelin too even though she probably didn’t know what that music was. She did like some of Pink Floyd’s stuff, Dark Side of the Moon anyone? [insert cheesy happy grin here]