Baby It’s Cold Outside. I mean, wicked cold. (That was the Coke on my porch. Yup, Coke on the rocks now. Rather, one big iceberg.) Bone chillin’ wicked cold. And things aren’t lookin’ up anytime soon. (Snowing this very minute.) So last Monday we had another mega storm, dumped 14 more inches on top of the…
Misery Loves Company…
(Just call me Tundra Woman.) It was the coldest, snowiest winter in recent memory. The bathroom tiles were icy on my bare feet that morning. Oh how I wished we’d sprung for fixing that wall heater. Seconds later, the naive assumption the toilet lid was up didn’t improve my mood. Misery Loves Company by Allie…
