hilary1617
First time at the rodeo.
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Okay, according to weather.com it is -12 F in my zip code and with the wind chill, the calculated "feels like" temperature is -34F, which is on par with Siberia. Since surgery, I've been cold-blooded and have become my 98 year old aunt with a sweater on in August. Funny, because I always had a tendency to overheat before with the extra fluff keeping me warm.
In any case, I have to fly into NYC for a few days this week which means I will I have to walk the four blocks between my office and hotel because I almost never have the good fortune of encountering an available taxicab.
I made a poor shopping choice this season and the cold just laughs at the frail down parka I bought last month at a camping goods store. I knew something must be done to survive this week's office to hotel trek during the polar vortex.
So, last night at negative something Fahrenheit in the dark, half an hour before mall closing time, I finally gained the resolve to leave my cozy cocoon of a home and venture into the arctic chill to buy a warm coat. I told the sales assistant that I didn't care about appearance, I just wanted the warmest coat available. She brought over a selection and I left with a very heavy hooded ankle length sherling coat. She cut off the tags on the spot and I wore it out of the store.
It wasn't until I went to hang it up in my closet until I saw the letter in the middle of the little tag in the back of the collar. "M". That's a first! And it's a very long way from size 30...
In any case, I have to fly into NYC for a few days this week which means I will I have to walk the four blocks between my office and hotel because I almost never have the good fortune of encountering an available taxicab.
I made a poor shopping choice this season and the cold just laughs at the frail down parka I bought last month at a camping goods store. I knew something must be done to survive this week's office to hotel trek during the polar vortex.
So, last night at negative something Fahrenheit in the dark, half an hour before mall closing time, I finally gained the resolve to leave my cozy cocoon of a home and venture into the arctic chill to buy a warm coat. I told the sales assistant that I didn't care about appearance, I just wanted the warmest coat available. She brought over a selection and I left with a very heavy hooded ankle length sherling coat. She cut off the tags on the spot and I wore it out of the store.
It wasn't until I went to hang it up in my closet until I saw the letter in the middle of the little tag in the back of the collar. "M". That's a first! And it's a very long way from size 30...