When I see the University students walking by outside, and they're poorly dressed for the cold, I have to fight the urge to yank open my window and scream, "WHERE ARE YOUR MITTENS?!"
Like CR, I resonate with this, too. I always want to know (here in south TX) WHY the kids are wearing flip-flops when it's in the 40s and 50s! Which I know sounds "warm" to you, but to us, it's not.
WH: WonderHubby, the man of my dreams, my best friend and co-conspirator. A professional choral conductor. He got me hooked on golf.
Baby Bird: Our totally nifty baby girl.
Mama Cat: A jet-black, three year-old Bombay Siamese beastie who takes up almost all of my side of the bed, and demonstrates intense neediness frequently. Likes to have her ears scratched.
Baby Cat: Her daughter, a more traditional Siamese-coloured cat, now almost two years old. Purrs like a locomotive, sheds all over everything, takes up the rest of my side of the bed.
Maternal Unit: My mum, an Anglican priest here in Prairie City. Smart, funny and brave.
Eldest Brother: My biggest brother, an archaeologist, and an all-around nifty fellow. Taught me all about sports.
Middle Brother: Also my elder, but by not quite as much as EB. He works for our provincial government, doing neat things with disaster preparedness planning. He beat up the boys who were mean to me in elementary school.
Paternal Unit: My dad, who is a professional storyteller in another province far away.
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I so resonate with this post.
Thought you might.
Like CR, I resonate with this, too. I always want to know (here in south TX) WHY the kids are wearing flip-flops when it's in the 40s and 50s! Which I know sounds "warm" to you, but to us, it's not.
hahahaha.
I don't always wear my mittens.
even at 50
LOL!
I think things like this, too. Then I remember that I used to prefer looking good to being warm and I feel old.
I am reminded of the advice of the late Maj Andrew Roberts. "It requires no skill to be cold, wet and miserable."
So now I wear my gloves. Usually.
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