It was a whopping 11 degrees when I left my house to go to work this morning. I know that’s nothing compared to up north, but 11 degrees is pretty chilly for my neck of the Southern woods.
All week long, I’ve been playing a new game — how many layers of clothes can Jen put on? Today, the answer is five. Long underwear, jeans, a camisole, more long underwear, and a turtleneck sweater. This doesn’t count my jacket, purple toboggan, gloves, socks, and boots. I look … puffy. And my hair is a disaster from the toboggan.
I’m considering going to Wal-Mart, buying a pair of cheap gloves, cutting the fingertips out of them hobo-style, and wearing them to work — so I can still type and keep my hands moderately warm. My hands are always cold. My significant other says I have ghoul touch and accuses me of sucking his precious body heat. This, from the man who uses his cats to warm his bed at night.
Good times. 🙄
Hey Amy, Susan, and Edie — what’s the weather like where y’all live? Stay warm and stay safe!