...And I like being a softie! I don't like wearing 5 layers of clothing every time I walk out the door. I don't like shivering in my car for 30 minutes before it warms up enough to drive. And I especially don't like having to block my face from frigid gusts of wind...or hear the wind outside my window....or open the door and have the wind drop the temperature of my house 10 degrees.
Did I mention I can't stand the wind??
So this morning, I turned on the light in the kitchen and heard a freight train running up the stairs of the deck. Then there was scratching...and whining....and when I didn't answer immediately, they resorted to barking. (which no one wants to hear at 5:30am). So I opened the back door to a lovely gust of "What the hey? Did I experience a 'Wizard of Oz' moment, and my house was picked up and thrown to the far northwest?"
Needless to say, I threw on a jacket, opened the garage door, and mumbled profanities at the weather as I ushered my most grateful dogs inside. This is Georgia, and this weather doesn't happen here...and this is definitely not what I signed up for....and I should have at LEAST gotten a white Christmas for putting up with this!
....And I'll need this post to remind me in August, when it's 95 degrees with 90% humidity, (when for a fleeting moment, the weather in Wyoming is gorgeous) that I can put up with it!--because I am not woman enough to have 6 months of days like today!
Typical Wyoming winter day