It is COLD outside. COLD. Like, your breath catches in your throat COLD.
Thing about this is......
If you have been a semi-regular reader of my verbal meanderings (Beer! Beer makes me semantically gifted!) you know that I am a girl who will always choose wearing a skirt over pants of any sort. Skirts are easy, comfortable and they don't squeeze your yum yums.
Problem is... I HATE WEARING HOSE OR TIGHTS OF ANY KIND.
Which means my ass was COLD TODAY. Even under a long suede skirt and boots and a slip and a long coat. That air just crawls RIGHT up there.
Brrr......
I'm going to have to wear tights for a while, my ass is too cold.
Rich made us a reservation for a hotel in New Effin' York for a few days over the Christmas holidays. Shopping? I think so. Since I'll be there and all, might as well.
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