It's like living in the Artic here in Minnesota.
No, really.
I hear that temps are well below freezing in space and many times I wonder if Minnesota approximates that in the winter. It's bitter. Very bitter and unforgiving....like rich people.
Every morning I try to resist the temptation to drink a concentrated liquid of sugar- also known as hot cocoa, and fail miserably because I'll drink just about anything that is hot and trickles down my throat like gentle lava to warm me up.
My diet is cocoa and hot Campbell's soup- mainly tomato or cream of mushroom.
Today is Feb 21st. I month today it will be spring and I can kick Old Man Winter right in his cold snapping jaw.
Until then, you know what warms me up?
Leprehauns.
Yep, Leprechauns will do it. With their rainbows over green fields and pots full of molten gold- well maybe not molten but it was never really specified and molten sounds much warmer.
I've shielded my cubicle from Old Man Winter's blows with shamrocks of varying shades of green.
Just thinking about Leprechauns warms me up.
Kiss my Irish curse Winter!!!!!
May spring come early
And global warming be true
May in your purse you
Find a gold coin or two
Then fill up your gas tank
And fire up the car
Let IT run outside
While we drink in the bar!
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