Big time brrrrrrr

So while my sister back in South Africa moans and complains about the heat and humidity, I am here shivering my skinny toosh off and nursing fingers so cold they feel as though they have been tapped with many large hammers.

Instead, here on America's icy east coast, we endured a not-so-warm-and-cuddly -18 degrees Celsius yesterday. Yes folks, minus freakin' 18 degrees (that's 0 degrees fahrenheit for the Americans). I think it was even too cold for snow!

Bundled in a fleece sweatshirt, thick wool coat, scarf, woolen hat, and woolen gloves, I decided to brave the cold to head out to the grocery store. I stepped outside, walked two blocks, changed my mind and headed back. My nose was running, my cheeks were burning. This is just stupidly cold.

And it's such a schlep to go out anywhere. You get all bundled up, brave the cold, then have to unbundle when you reach your destination. Once it's time to leave, you bundle up again and waddle around like some Arctic animal.

Turn on the heat. Someone. Anyone. Please.