I throw on my bunny slippers and brave the hallway. Not shockingly, it is a normal temperature.
|Not gonna lie - they still make me smile|
For those who don't know what this means (and, seriously, I'm pretty sure most of you do because you're my friends and family) basically it means that even though it says it's a balmy 0 degrees outside it FEELS like it's
-25. Or, basically, like Mr. Freeze walked up and gave you a wicked right hook to the face.
But, I digress. So I get myself together. Throw lunch in a bag. Say goodbye to Norma Jeane (my chinchilla) and open the door.
I'm greeted by a punch of frigid air to the nostrils. Everything freezes immediately and I utter a string of words that would make a sailor blush. I walk to my car muttering the whole way about the winter and how much I hate it. I get into the car put the keys in the ignition and...................nothing.
A whole lot of nothing.
My car is dead.
No turnover. Nothing.
Is it summer yet?