While most of the country is socked in with winter storms, I am dreading going to the grocery store.
It’s true.
Not because of people. Okay, not only because of people but mostly because of that wind shower at the door.
I know I have thin blood. I grew up in the Valley of the Sun and have adapted to 115+ (F) weather. I function pretty well in hot temperatures.
I want to hibernate in cold weather.
Cold for Arizona, that is. Which makes it devilishly hard to go to a store and get hit by a blast of freezing air. I know I pretty much make the same faces as buddy the elf in this scene:
And the refrigerator section at Costco is even worse. See, I told you I was a wimp:D
Until next time!
Linda Andrews 