Delirious From Nebraska

I don't want to be left out here (in the cold as it were...ha ha ha) as being the only blog not talking about the cold weather. It's ferking cold.
And I warn you, I am delirious because of it. There.

It was -10F when I took my oldest daughter to school at 7:30 this morning...it has now warmed up to a balmy 6 degrees at noon. At least the wind has died down from yesterday...we were having gusts up to 45 mph...coupled with 10 degree temp, that will pucker any aperture you have...including...well...

I truly can't find anything amusing about it. It is a crying situation. For example, when you're standing there pumping gas, because your car is on empty, and you have no choice but to pump, and the wind is blowing right up your sorry-ass, thin corduroy pants, which roast your skinny little legs in July...and you're there pumping because many years ago America gave up FULL SERVICE gas stations...which not only included pumping the gas, but checking the tire pressure, and cleaning the windshield, and making sure your car wasn't a quart low...even in -10 degree weather...your mind zeros in on one word...and you cry...bastards!

You better believe, it's always somebody else's fault. Cold hearted bastards!