Brrrr!

It’s very cold outside today.

When I walked to work this morning, there were only three Fahrenheit-type of degrees outside. Only three. AND it was windy.

It’s a long-underpants kind of day. I’m wearing these polyester long-underpants which are wonderful. I like them because they’re very thin but keep me warm. Also, they’re not the heavy, bulky thermal long-johns. Those are fine if you’re elk hunting in Minnesota, but with office attire, not so much.

But now I know how women feel about panty-hose because the first thing I want to do when I get home is to TAKE THEM OFF.

This cold weather reminds me of when I lived in Toronto.
(National Motto: Hockey. It’s the Law.)

I was making Christmas dinner for a group of people and had bought a big turkey. Which, by the way, cost $65.00 in Canada. I don’t know why. Maybe because it had to be imported from the U.S. or something.

I had a few days until I had to cook it and didn’t have room in the freezer for a big turkey. What to do?

Well, Duh!

It’s Canada.

In December.

The entire outdoors is one, giant freezer.

Mister Turkey remained quite frozen on the back porch until it was time to thaw.

Oh, and while we’re on the subject of gun control. . . well, we’re not, but I just couldn’t think of a good segue . . . I think we should do as the Canadians. In order to purchase bullets in Canada, there’s a waiting period while they do a thorough background check (probably checking to make sure you're not a U.S. citizen first of all) Then, the serial numbers of the bullets you buy are recorded in a national database.

After all, guns don’t kill people.

Bullets ripping through human tissue kill people.

I’m just saying. . .