That is me on the right - the only thing exposed were my eyes.

Baby, It's Cold Outside

It is friggin' cold here. Not just a "brr, it's chilly" cold but more of the "are you sure its not frostbite?" variety. Regardless, we took the kids sledding with the Gordons on Sunday as a treat - Hey kids its pushing 20 degrees for a few hours! Let's go play!

And I was given the option to stay home but seeing as how I didn't have a great excuse, ahem, like Shannon for example with the baby who can't be outside, I was left to decide if I wanted to be that mom who the kids don't remember having fun with or the mom who got out there and played. I so bad wanted to be the mom who didn't go but I could just hear the wonderful comments being made on my deathbed: Boy, she WAS really good at getting the stains out of our clothes. I am sure going to miss her.

So I went. Ugh.

Gale force winds were shooting across the golf course. They weren't bad at all by our house but the gold course is on a peninsula and I guess the wind coming over the water was hitting this area bad. Some poor guy didn't keep a death grip on his blow up saucer and it flew into Lake Michigan the length of three football fields in minutes and was saved only by a rock on the water. Sledding next to waves crashing is a very bizarre combination - let me tell you.

J is a lot like me. At his new school they even take the kids outside to play every day that the temperature reaches 15 degrees or higher. He's not hardy and I get reports like this:

Me: How did school go?

J: Great! It was too cold to go outside. We got to stay inside today.

So you can imagine his excitement when trying to walk across the snow at a 45 degree angle in the wind.

But the good news is I leave Thursday for my girls weekend in Atlanta. I called Laura to get the weather report there.

It's really cold this week, she said.

Me: What do you consider cold?

Laura: It's in the 40's.

S.W.E.E.T. I'm bringing flipflops.