Negative 12 degrees. NEGATIVE 12 degrees. Not counting wind chill. There's my little fit of one-up-manship from Iowa. It's COLD out here on the prairie tundra!
OOH, that IS cold. Booger-freezing cold. You win!
Tee-hee. I can tell you have boys. And boogers.
What in the hell is that picture?
It is what happens when I cannot go outside and get so bored that I put the kissing monkeys into the mortar on the tiki stool so they can look at the outdoor thermometer.
There's that word again...mortar !!
Wow. That is bored.
I knew you really liked the monkeys. I think you owe me a bag of chocolate covered cherries. Mary Beth
Mindy- Those kissing monkeys put on the mortar of the tiki stool sounds like a name of a weird song. Another song name could be bring in your brass monkeys but you don't want to have to explain that to innocent children. Keep Warm- Aunt Chris
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