It’s friggin’ cold out there!
When I moved to NC from Indiana about 6 years ago, one of the reasons for the move (besides being bored with the midwest) was the fact that each winter became a trial of how to survive in the great white north. It’s friggin’ cold, eh? Hozer.
So I moved somewhere that I was told you could play golf 11 months out of the year… where I would probably never need my ski jacket again… a place where, when people refer to toboggans, they’re talking about hats, not sleds… a place where I would have to DRIVE to see snow.
Riiiiiiiiight.
In the last several years, there’s been an uncanny cold snap down here. Not to sound arrogant, but I think the cold followed me as I moved. Because I’ve needed my ski jacket (the one rated well enough to keep sherpas warm while they scale Everest) every year I’ve been here! And yes, it really is only 18 degrees (F) outside.
So, if anyone has a direct line to the weather folks, please get them to turn up the thermostat. Thanks. 🙂