Its SCI FI distant planet cold. Its so cold my dog doesn't want anything to do with it. The ultimate sign to stay in and wait for spring. 1F is -17 celsius. This is why when you tell me its really cold in england, I tend to snort. Just had to moisturize the skin on my hands which is cracking across the knuckles.
I've learned some fantastic drink combinations in the past few days.
New years eve: Leslie brought grapefruits from Florida and made freshly squeezed grapefruit and vodka cocktails. Unbelievable, and incredibly dangerous as they drink like pop.
New years day: Went to the golf club, had excellent homemade soup, then copied Dean and all had fuzzy navels, which is peach schnapps and orange juice. Potentially more dangerous than fresh grapefruit and vodka.
Evening: Pizza from Monicals. The pizza is great, the real star is the french dressing you can get with it. Its in a little tub and looks nuclear red/orange. Its so good that you could eat the box the pizza comes in, as long as the dressing was on board. Monicals pizza actually comes in a brown paper bag. This does not scan as well as a pizza box.
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