Phillip grows impatient with my dawdling this morning. He has just said to me, for the sixty-leventh time, “Hurry up. You’re going to be late to school!” So to further bug him I whip out the camera for a candid shot in the kitchen. It is blurry, but you can’t miss the exasperated look. Well, the weather stuck it to me for complaining about the cold earlier this week. Try -31F upon waking this morning! “How do you like them apples?” Old Man Weather hissed at me. Who cares if your water is running at that temperature! There is no way I am touching water in this cold. I leave for work, again, without a shower. And I am not a bit embarrassed.
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