“A little cold weather humour!”

    Today it is darn cold outside.   I have no idea what I will do when the snow comes,   ”Likely freeze to death.”

    But, all kidding aside,  ”I am freezing.”   My nose is so red it looks like  the nose on Santa’s lead reindear.   “ Heck,”   just put me outside for a couple minutes and I will be ready to go.     And my hands are cold, I am surprised that there aren’t icicles hanging off the ends of them.   They say cold hands, warm heart.    Well, my heart sure isn’t keeping me warm right now, and if I were to place my icy hands anywhere near my heart,  I’m sure it would be game over for me. :-0    ” I wonder what cold feet means?”    I have a really nice knee- high pair of wool blend, hand knitted socks,  and I must tell you they keep my frozen feet nice and comfortable.  ” I have to say thanks to my Mom for the greatest pair of socks ever. “      “Thanks!”  And my feet thank you too. 

   There are other parts of me that are just as cold, and well, the butt and love handles.   I would love to loose the love handles, but I would rather not freeze them off. :-0            Talking about giving the hubby a real wake up call,  just snuggle in there, and watch him try to get away.        The whole time I giggle to myself, and slyly ask him, ” what  is wrong honey? ”    “See,”  the cold can be fun.    

  I would rather not live in the cold,  but here I am and I must make the best of it.   When I go out in the snow, I am the one in the full snow suit.    The mitts, the hat, and the boots, and all matching in color, of course, “I would not want to be out of style.”     Have you ever been at this point of the game, and have to go to tinkle/pee?   I have and it is a real pain to not disrobe everything just to do your duty.  That over with I will head outside to see normal people dressed down somewhat from how I am dressed.   I feel like the cold one here, “heck I am!”    I am so tightly bundled, that when I walk I waddle.   Arms staight out, and my feet shuffling along.    ”Heck, if  I were to fall over I would never get up.    I lay there  in the cold snow, YELLING!!!, ” I have fallen, and can’t get up, someone HELP ME.” And of course, the hubby is just spliting a side laughing so hard he could pee his pants.  “Ya.”     I guess this is pay back for the cold butt snuggle.     “Darn.”  “Where is good help when you need it? “ 

 The fun in the winter snow is not so much for me. As you see this would be the color of me in no time. ” Frozen,”  and a nice shade of blue. 

    To all those who love the snow, I take my hat off to you, and I must let you know, ” I won’t be there, so don’t wait for me to show up.”     All kidding aside,  snow is fun to many that I have met along the way. To all the children that love the snow, and adults too.  

     To all the forts contructed out of mounds of snow, and to all the snowmen built by little hands, the hills for sliding on, and of course the snow fights, the skiing,( not my favorite sport. There is something about plummeting down a hill at a great  amount of speed, that does not appeal much to me. :-O)  and to those that love the winter. I say, ” have a wonderful time, and I will see you in the spring.”

” Do you have a fancy for the winter, and when was the last time you went out to play in the snow? “