I don't believe it's really 50 degrees outside
Because I went out with Quincy and I didn't just do a little shiver, I was SHAKING, all the way inside the middle of me. It CAN'T be 50 degrees out - that's way too freaking warm for how it really feels.
Last night I ordered myself some new winter outerwear. It hit me yesterday that the winter coat that I wear is one that I bought when I lived in B'ville, 7 years ago.
It's time I got myself a new coat, so I did. I ordered a parka from Land's End. LOL Rated to something like -20 if you dress right, and 0 degrees if you're wearing light layers. Maybe that's overkill to some, but I never regret being so toasty warm in my coat that I can feel warm air puffing out of it around my face. It cost me almost $100 plus shipping, but if it's a quality coat, I don't really mind that price.
Also got myself some shoes (Oh, I hope they fit) to wear around with my jeans and a down vest for those times when I'm still freaking cold and a parka is a bit much.
I can't stand being cold. I really can't. That probably goes back to my icy-cold north childhood bedroom that had ice forming on the INSIDES of the windows. Blame the stepmother for that, though. She got all industrious and cleaned the windows one summer, and took down the storm windows... But didn't manage to get the ones on my windows back on correctly, so I always had a chilly breeze blowing through my room and ice on the windows. Perpetually sick in the wintertime too. (I think she was trying to kill me.)
By the time I realized exactly what the problem was, I was in my last year or so of high school, and I knew she'd never put those windows right. So I did the only thing that I could think of to do:
I put duct tape over the cracks and sealed them over. To hell with the consequences if they found out. It's amazing how quickly my bedroom warmed up.
As far as I know, the duct tape has never been removed. Dad probably doesn't even know that it's there.
Last night I ordered myself some new winter outerwear. It hit me yesterday that the winter coat that I wear is one that I bought when I lived in B'ville, 7 years ago.
It's time I got myself a new coat, so I did. I ordered a parka from Land's End. LOL Rated to something like -20 if you dress right, and 0 degrees if you're wearing light layers. Maybe that's overkill to some, but I never regret being so toasty warm in my coat that I can feel warm air puffing out of it around my face. It cost me almost $100 plus shipping, but if it's a quality coat, I don't really mind that price.
Also got myself some shoes (Oh, I hope they fit) to wear around with my jeans and a down vest for those times when I'm still freaking cold and a parka is a bit much.
I can't stand being cold. I really can't. That probably goes back to my icy-cold north childhood bedroom that had ice forming on the INSIDES of the windows. Blame the stepmother for that, though. She got all industrious and cleaned the windows one summer, and took down the storm windows... But didn't manage to get the ones on my windows back on correctly, so I always had a chilly breeze blowing through my room and ice on the windows. Perpetually sick in the wintertime too. (I think she was trying to kill me.)
By the time I realized exactly what the problem was, I was in my last year or so of high school, and I knew she'd never put those windows right. So I did the only thing that I could think of to do:
I put duct tape over the cracks and sealed them over. To hell with the consequences if they found out. It's amazing how quickly my bedroom warmed up.
As far as I know, the duct tape has never been removed. Dad probably doesn't even know that it's there.
posted by Me at 9:48 PM
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