I refuse to go out until my car thaws out.
Let’s say I go out, with scraper and brush in hand, and freeze my ass off.
Not gonna happen.
When the temps soar past the freezing mark, I plan to sit around and watch the snow melt off the car.
Besides, I don’t even know what day it is today.
I think I have been hibernating for at least most of the past 2 weeks, nursing this @%@%#@% cold and hiding from Jack Frost.
I am getting ready to watch a marathon of “Chopped” and Forensic Files”, while munching on dried apricots and pineapple, pretending I am in the tropics.
The only downside is that I am bundled up like a mummy on my tropical island.
Hoping to get back to my routine one of these days.
But who’s in a hurry?
Mother Nature has spoken.
And since I am older than Mother Nature, I have learned that there is not a doggone thing I can do about it.
It’s not over until the fat lady sings.
And it better not be “Baby, it’s cold outside.”