Jack Frost

Can kiss my ass! It's freezing here! Oh... Well maybe he already has kissed my ass... Hence the icicles hanging from the cheeks! It's 26 degrees here. Ick. Brrrrrrr.... My toes are cold again. My cat is sleeping on a heating pad (no it's not all that cold in the house, my cat is sensitive to the cold that's all - read spoiled). OK, I'm off to go bundle myself in my quilt and drink hot chocolate.