It is ARSE ALL cold here in the tristate northeast and windy as all get-out. And by get-out, I mean do NOT, unless you are wearing one of my dad’s stylish freezer suits or are inside a tauntaun or are leaving the state altogether for warmer climes.
As I was writing her a birthday card, I just remembered that my friend lives in Canada. This momentarily cowed me; I should shut up, stop feeling sorry for my numb extremeties*, and stop dramatically adding more scarves to my neck. Back to my father, a man with a nuanced understanding of how to survive cold weather: stop bellyaching, and put on a sweater! Actually, he would probably say “everloving sweater.” You know these ex-sailors and their salty language.
*I had to look up the spelling (Wordpress, you were WRONG) and Google suggested Extremeties Quarterly. How can you not watch a show that goes to these lengths (har) to flesh out the story.
