This hurried post is brought to you by the letter F and the number -20 as in Fah-reaking-cold-ass-fingers and the answer to "What is the windchill outside?"
Pardon the dust I leave in the trail behind my doubly-socked feet as I zoom from room to room, trying to secure clothing warm enough for all of us to venture out onto the streets of downtown Chicago tomorrow afternoon for a fun day of Christmas activities, thanks to the kindness of Patrick's mother.
We are excited, despite my worries that we may come home with less fingers and toes than we will start off with... Wish us luck! Have a great weekend. Stay warm.*
* This only applies to those of us experiencing the TRUE meaning of Christmas, i.e. people freezing our asses off from above (or near) the Mason-Dixon Line.**
** If you don't know what the Mason-Dixon line is, well... Sigh... Didn't you pay attention in school??***
*** Here. I'm taking pity on you.
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