Y’all, it is so cold here I have no fluff. There are icicles on the inside of my house. Yesterday my rising breath froze as ice on my glasses. When we were in college, FJ and our friends and I came up with a scale of rating relative coldness, from most pleasant to least:
I believe that, for the first time in my life, I need to add a category beyond butt-ass cold. So, here’s your extremely urgent fluff question: what is colder than butt-ass cold? I promise to start using the most delightful phrase immediately.
ETA: This is my kitchen window. The inside of my kitchen window.