Hey, check me out. I'm only one day late for posting my Saturday scavenger hunt photos. I even did it on purpose this week. I wanted to write that "failed dating" post on a Saturday night when blog traffic tends to be lower. It felt safer somehow that way.
This week's word was cold. I'm also putting up pictures by our guest photographer Coadster. She took these during the quaint little ice storm we had yesterday. Let me just tell you again for the millionth time that I'm not the biggest fan of the cold. I didn't see snow for the first time until I was 10. On TV it looked so fun, but I had no idea that in real life, being cold can not only be uncomfortable, it can be painful. When I lived with my aunt and uncle, they made us finish building a barn in a snow storm and I got my first frostbite on my toes and the place on my forearm where my jacket and gloves failed to meet. Since then I've also been frost bit (bit by frost?) on my ears a few years ago when I rode my bike to work on a twenty below zero day and my hat slipped up a little. The five minutes it took for me to safely pull off the street and fix it, was long enough to cause lovely gray lumps to appear on the tips of both my ears. How sexy is that?
Because I try to be at least a little half-full, I'll tell you the thing I do like about the cold. I like to hibernate. If the weather's nice, I'll keep going and going and running and trying to get shit done, until I pass-out from exhaustion. The cold keeps me inside and sedentary. Luckily, we didn't lose power at our house (although they did other places in town) and I gave myself a get out of jail free card. I did almost nothing all day but play video games and watch movies. We ordered pizza, so I didn't even cook. It was wonderful, and the best thing was, I had an excuse.