A little backstory on this one:
Today, I’m wearing a lavender button-down shirt and…long underwear. That’s it. That was in anticipation of needing to go out today.
I went to get the mail (end of the driveway), so I did my usual thing of trotting out in just what I was wearing, no coat or anything, and it’s still in the single digits here (and windchills below zero) for temps, but it was just for a minute or so.
Ran out, back in, and I came in and remarked on how <bleeping> cold it is out.
MrsT gave me a once over, and said…drumroll…
“So I see you went out with a bratwurst and came back with a cocktail weenie.”
MrsT doesn’t joke a lot, but when she does, it counts!
Today, I’m wearing a lavender button-down shirt and…long underwear. That’s it. That was in anticipation of needing to go out today.
I went to get the mail (end of the driveway), so I did my usual thing of trotting out in just what I was wearing, no coat or anything, and it’s still in the single digits here (and windchills below zero) for temps, but it was just for a minute or so.
Ran out, back in, and I came in and remarked on how <bleeping> cold it is out.
MrsT gave me a once over, and said…drumroll…
“So I see you went out with a bratwurst and came back with a cocktail weenie.”
MrsT doesn’t joke a lot, but when she does, it counts!
