The thermometer actually says 44 degrees. FOURTY-FOUR! Can you believe it?
And it scares me just a little. Cuz if it's that warm in Roosevelt--in January--we're in for it.
But it won't be too long until the big thaw.
Until then, we're just chillaxin' round here; making masterpieces out of Playdough and putting on fightin' the fever!
(Steve hates that word. And you know what that means? I have to slip it into conversation as much as I possibly can. The 9 year old in me likes to poke him with a stick.)