So...we live in Canada now, right. We are New Englanders. We are used to cold weather.
Um. Yeah. Not so much.
Today Emily and I walked down to the bakery. All right. It's about a half a mile. We were bundled. Tra-la-la. We chat about life as we walk down ( wind behind us) to our delicious destination.
We eat, we drink, we are merry.
|Jaunty Hat and Scarf Combo|
We re-bundle. We head out.
Dear Lord in Heaven. It seems to have dropped about 150 degrees in the brief amount of time we were inside. The wind is right in our faces. The tips of my ears, although covered in scarf and hat, begin to get painfully cold. Our small talk, so merry on the walk to the bakery, drops to nothing.
Emily tries to pretend she can't see and hangs onto my arm. I shake her off, visions of the Donner party in my head.
As we crest the hill which signals one block to our house, Emily spontaneously yells:
"WALK OR DIE, WALK OR DIE!"
I start to laugh, and so does she ( as the little worm huddles behind me, using me as her windbreak)
We round the corner and begin to race walk home.
|Emily demonstrates her "I'm Dying" pose|