It's Sprr--burrr--ring!
I'll admit it. I'm a Texas girl in Maine. I'm a wimp when it comes to cold. I love it as I stare out at it from the cozy, toasty indoors. My kiddos, on the other hand...I honestly wonder what has happened to them. They are SO ready for summer that they have completely lost their senses...to the cold anyway. It's a fact. It's documented. It's all of 45 degrees F out there. You betcha.
Snow...ski poles....swimsuits....black glove. (The glove, by the way, is not because her right hand was colder than the left. She wears a glove when she gets an ow-ey. If it's on her foot, she wears one sock. Don't ask me! I just do what I'm told). Great-grandma Cady, God bless her (if she were still alive), would have the head shaking and the tsk, tsk, tsk goin' on big time (that we all miss so much)...and she would have repeated "they'll catch their death of cold" at least 783 times by now.
I know, Grandma, what kind of a mother am I?.....Really...!!
