Despite the title of this post, I'm really not a fan of the song it also titles. It's just too . . um . . . maybe risque? (And whatever made the people at that website think it was a Christmas song?!!) But when the thermometer is hovering around zero for the second day and night in a row, and Tommy's school was closed today based on the wind-chill, I just keep humming it. So this post is an attempt to get it out of my head!
Usually I don't dare complain much about the weather, because George lives in Duluth, which is several hundred miles north-west of here (and at the tip of chilly Lake Superior) and his temperatures average 10 to 20 degrees colder than ours. But just for these few days it's warmer there, so I feel free to grump a little.
Last night Katie and I went to choir practice, and when we came home she had to hop out of my warm van to move her car off the street. (We live on a "snow emergency route", and during the winter months cars left on the street after midnight are ticketed.) She wasn't wearing gloves, and by the time she got indoors -- before I did -- she couldn't feel her hands. It was very temporary, but a good reminder. Tonight she's out with friends, and she made sure she had gloves AND a scarf!
I have a little bit of clothing shopping to do; I want to get a pair of pants to coordinate with a shawl/scarf that I got for Christmas. Normally tonight would have been a good time to go to the mall, since Roger is at a hockey game with a friend. But I'm here at my nice warm computer instead, because. . . . .