Too Cold

It's too cold.

Chicago woman, age 56: "It's so cold that my pipes froze. Not just my windpipe, but also my tailpipe." Detroit man, 28: "It's so cold that I actually feel like listening to Rush Limbaugh. That's how desperate I am for some hot air."

I'm too cold.

Really dammit, it's too cold! It's colder than a witch's...... well, nevermind. It's about four degrees outside and the wind is blowing and makes it all even more miserable for us idiots who actually LEAVE HOME without plane tickets to Florida clutched in our flimsy gloves. (Yes, I really do hate you. I would be happy to go with you, you can sit in that conference all day, I don't give a damn, just let me sit by a pool down there somewhere drinking something with an umbrella. )

There is a chart I've seen, you put cute and ugly across the top, and smart and stupid down the left side. I think credit goes to Dilbert (Catbert, whoever, but in that strip). So then everyone falls into one of the four category squares that you get when you grid that out. I prefer my men to be cute and stupid, but hey, what can you do?( You can't always get what you want --did he age badly, or WHAT??? )

So anyway, where I'm going with that is that there is a second chart I thought of on the way home. It's called "dressing for winter". Which goes, cute, ugly, warm enough, not warm enough. It's pretty hard to get up into that upper left box!!

*** And on track 2 ...now departing for parts unknown... ***

Cross your fingers for me (everything you have two of, actually, please!) Mr. Carly has a job interview today. He's been out since A-u-g-u-s-t. That's a whole lot of time to have a 6'3" guy underfoot. At least he's got a great parachute.

So I gave him a big hug, wished him luck, and felt like a big old phony. It really was not sincere for some reason. See what I mean? I'm too cold. Maybe it's because the whole time, he has been stressing out, as in, "I need a job, how am I gonna find a job, I thought I'd have a job by now" and I've been Ms. Sunshine in some wierd attempt at balancing out the situation. "Oh you'll find one, you still have plenty of time on your severance package, don't panic." I guess I can't stand to see both of us panic at once. In my opinion, things always work out somehow, if you are patient.

So would a normal person be panicking now? Am I somehow more detached than I should be? Or do I just cope well?

WHY is it so cold????