When I went to sleep last night, I was pretty sure that I lived in Arizona.
This morning, when it was less than 30 degrees outside and only 60 inside (see proof above), I almost died. The last thing I wanted to do was crawl away from the sleepy spoon that is my husband.
Needless to say, I was running late for work. I dodged the ice patch of death outside my door and put my defroster on full blast while I enjoyed one of Husband's homemade (no, not from a box!) blueberry muffins.
Delicious!
After a text conversation with my brother, I feel a little bit warmer. He lives in my grandparents motorhome up at NAU (another story, for another time) and his heater is broken. All he has is a space heater and his toilet water was frozen solid this morning!
Oh man, I hope he didn't have to go #2.
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