Brr, I said it’s cold in here…

This morning I banged up my hands scraping a quarter inch of ice off my car.  With a manila folder.  Why a folder?  Because living by the beach where it’s supposed to be seventy degrees year-round I was not prepared for below freezing temperatures and my ice scraper was M.I.A.  And I was running late with no time to find it.  The guy across the street digging out his car like a normal person kept giving me strange looks.  What a great morning.  There are a lot of reasons I moved to Southern California, and frost is not one of them.

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