Holy CRAP it's cold outside. I like cold weather, but I draw the line at this wind. It just claws at the bridge of your nose (because if you are sane, that is the only piece of skin you will risk exposing) until all you feel is despair. A real-life version of a Dementor. Mwa ha ha.
I feel I must talk about the weather. Between Lolabola and me, who lives in the colder city?
One Great City!: -26 with a windchill of -44.
City of Champions: -28 with a windchill of -41.
I don't know what's worse. At least the sun is shining a little here.
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Why does the cat insist on sitting on the coffee table? I have told him repeatedly not to sit there. I have even wagged my finger. He is so misbehaved. B calls him 'an evolutionarily advanced cat'. I think he's a brat.
He looks really funny there, in the middle of the coffee table, staring at the heater clanging away. Thank god it works!
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you win!
you so need a camera. maybe that should be your prize
look at you all -11 now
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