It’s cold.

It’s cold outside. It’s cold inside. When I started my car yesterday, I discovered the glass was completely frosted over on the inside.

I distinctly remember my husband enticing me with this move because, as he put it “The average temperature in winter is 40”.

I guess I missed out on the “average” bit of that statement; it should follow that we will have some pretty damn warm days here in late winter, if that average is going to hold out.

For my American friends, where I am living experienced its earliest snow in 17 years. Last year we saw the most snow they’ve seen in 30 years. How bad has it been? My road was gritted last week. For the first time in at least 10 years, so I’m told.

I am not amused.

Plus, I have a two-car attached garage at home. I didn’t have to scrape windows in below zero (okay, Celsius) temperatures. Heck, I didn’t have to go outside before I left the house.

(Ok, maybe I did – to blow away the 12-14 inches of snow we got on the ground, but that was a totally different thing. I was DRESSED for that.)

I think the worst part of this cold weather is that all I really want to do when I get home from dropping off the kidlings is curl up on the sofa with my afghan, the space heater, a book and a hot cup of tea. The puppy seems to agree that this is a good idea.

This actually IS a good idea.

IF my husband didn’t need dress shirts ironed, or if my kids didn’t actually like clean clothes for school. Oh, and cooked dinners. And clean floors.

Needy people.

Now, if I could just teach the puppy to make me a cup of tea and bring it to me, so I didn’t have to lose my warm space on the sofa, I’d have it made – and I just might survive this winter.

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