It's Fucking Cold Everywhere

I'm in a blah mood today. I didn't want to get out of bed, but I had to. David forgot to move the recycling bin to the curb this morning. So, I had to get my warm ass out of bed, get dressed, sans coat, mittens, mukluks, five scarves, and two hats. I went out in my killer rabbit slippers, pants and a t-shirt. It was 28 fucking freezing degrees out there with a wind chill of zero, and I was lugging that oversized body container out to the end of the driveway. I'm pretty sure I accidentally keyed my own car with my nipples. The insurance people will never believe it.

My dogs are nosey as hell. They followed me out into the cold. When I turned around to head back to the house they were standing like little orphans shivering and staring at me with humongous brown eyes. I guess they thought I was going to go driving somewhere. They were more than happy to get back into a warm house and in front of a warm heater.

David is in meetings all day today. His boss is going to rescue him at noon so they can go out with a client for lunch. Hell, I may just go back to bed and watch movies all day. I have no place important to go to, and at least I can turn the bed heater up to keep warm.