Friday, February 02, 2007

Groundhog Day

The outdoor thermometer read -2 this morning. I don’t care where you’re from, that’s damn cold. Now, I know that in about four months, I’ll be bitching that it’s too hot to sleep. And really I do prefer cold to hot. When it’s cold, you can bundle up, put on a sweater, wrap yourself in a blanket, snuggle. When it’s hot, you can get naked and still be hot. You can get in a pool and still be hot. And please don’t think about snuggling when it’s hot. I’m already sweaty I don’t need your sweat on me too.

But minus 2 gets inside your sweater, it gets under the blanket. Snuggling must be done fully clothed, preferably with wool socks and flannel jammies and a down comforter. The sun doesn’t even want to come out in this kind of cold. Evenings are spent huddled under a blanket with a cup of tea – not that that’s a bad thing. But now I understand the need to hibernate.

This morning, good ol’ Punxsutawney Phil failed to see his shadow, which is supposed to mean an early spring. The furry little bastard had better be right. While I still have some skiing to do, I’m ready for some warmer weather. And besides, I’d hate to live this day over and over and over again.

2 comments:

monkey said...

Not sure it's going to warm up. You guys have had a hell of a winter. Figures it'd wait until I left to get some real snow. Bah.

This is funny:
And please don’t think about snuggling when it’s hot. I’m already sweaty I don’t need your sweat on me too.

I couldn't agree more, but I think that annoys my wife.

Pammeey said...

It was in the 50s yesterday and supposed to stay like that for a few days. We'll see.

The movies always make sweat look sexy. It's not.