Is not an appropriate temperature. Nor is 12 which is what my desktop weather channel told me it was this morning.
Those numbers, 28 and 12 (and the ranges between), those numbers are ages. Number of pairs of shoes that you own. Number of cars you've driven in your lifetime. Lifetime number of sex partners. Not the temperature, though; certainly not the temperature in degrees Fahrenheit.
Oh, and I'm not telling you my number, but I will say that I don't think that 28 is excessively high; so don't be calling me a slut. I'm not. I wouldn't call you one.
That's really all I have today. I fucking hate being this fucking cold. It's hard for me to type, which does not bode good things for my work day, but I'm going to try to be productive today anyway.
CURRENTLY READING: The Crossroads Café By Deborah Smith
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Damn straight girlfriend! It's fucking FREEZING! The electrician came to my house yesterday to turn off the house so he can replace the electrical panel - it took 4 hours. Luckily I took the kids to my mom's house. I came back to a freezer. My roof has been ripped off and waiting for new shingles to be added - but can't because of the snow.. and OH! they've ripped out most of the insulation in my house.
Of course, it was the hubby's idea to do this during the Winter months. And where is the hubby you may ask? Well, he's in a warm hotel room in Minnesota on business.
yeah, it's too cold. If I wanted this kind of cold, I'd live on the East Coast.
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