She doesn't just apply blanket punishment, is what I'm saying. She saw me being all OH IT'S LIKE SUMMER! WE'RE RIDING OUR BIKES TO TACOS AND GROWING FLOWERS IN JANUARY HAHA! and was like, "Oh yeah, whore?" and then proceeded to try to freeze us to death in Colorado on our ski trip.
Us, specifically, because I suppose she interprets my bare feet and bicycle riding as fightin' werds.
People, it was 54 below.
|In case you didn't believe me.|
|We value our dangly parts, so we are shopping instead of skiing.|
I may have never said anything about this, but Bubba and I never go to the movies. I think it's the crowds. And the kicking of seats. And the scene in the parking lot that makes you doubt the collective intelligence of society.
Anyway, we braved all of the above (though the parking lot menace was ice rather than people driving madly in cars) to see a movie in an effort to keep our shivering bodies hidden from the weather outside.
I hid from Mother Nature and I'm not afraid to admit it.
Though, at the beginning of the week, I flaunted my I'm Not Afraid of You body at Mother Nature when we went to the hot springs and I'm pretty sure that lumped in with daffodils and sunny bike rides was what resulted in the End of Days weather.
So, if you were worried that February was about to be a total summbitch of bummer weather, fear not! I've taken the bullet for all of us by exposing myself and my loved ones to the coldest temperatures I'm likely ever to see.
And then yesterday, safely back in NorCal, I put on flip flops and a tank top and we rode bikes to tacos because, apparently, I really don't get the hint.
|Also, the favas are blossoming, so there's that.|
|Tulip was ready for tacos.|
Oh, here's pictures from our trip: