In a further example of impending doom, this morning I had to scrape the ice off my windshield with an ice scraper. Ice. Ice scraper.
More amazing still, was (a) the fact that we still even have an ice scraper and (b) that I remember how to use it.
I can't say the same for my native Southern Californian neighbor, who, as he was walking his dog that's roughly twice the size of me, asked me, "Well, now, what's that nifty little gadget you got there?"
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and it's going to be almost 50 here today, which has me in short sleeves, NON WOOL dress pants, and no jacket. heat wave!
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