Today is cold. I mean freeze the snot in your nose so you hold your breath cold. It's 8F (and the F doesn't stand for Fahrenheit) degrees, and it's windy. All day at work I could hear the wind whipping the flag against the flagpole outside my window.
Living in the midwest I am used to cold in the winter. I am used to measuring the temperature with the wind chill figured in. But today - today it's just going through my bones. I can't get warm!
So I figured it was a good day to send my son out to get some chicken for dinner and put gas in my car. Cause I'm mean like that. He's young, refuses to wear a winter coat, let's see how tough he is!
But sometimes that boy does make me laugh.
Oh, I know it's not funny when somebody dies. I apologize for the tastelessness of this comment ahead of time. But I just had to post it. Besides, I'm pretty sure that the friends and family of the person involved stopped reading my blog a long time ago.
My son came home from work, walked in the door and said
"Jake Gyllenhaal is a widow."
I laughed till I cried.
I'm going to hell for sure.