We had about 5 inches of snow last night. It's still coming down and there is blowing and drifting. To add insult to injury, my furnace is out. I like to sleep in the cold, all snuggled up warm under a down comforter with some good sheets, but when I woke at 4A, it was because my nose was freezing. It's about 55F in here right now. Isn't that something like 14 for you metric bitches? So do you think I can find a plumber/heating guy to come out of Super Bowl Sunday? Not yet. I called the hot one first, or course, but I'm so fucking cold now that I'll settle for the chunky geriatric dude who smells like corn chips and feet. Or I'd even temporarily lift my No Thongs On Men embargo, if this guy would just get my pilot lit:
Meanwhile, who's gonna burrow under the covers with me?