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This morning when we woke up it was 11 degrees BELOW zero. Let me just say that again. ELEVEN BELOW. ZERO. That's cold, baby. Dash outside to bring in firewood and the moisture inside my nostrils froze. My lips froze. My fingers froze. And I was only out there for 30 seconds.
Our cat Fionn's water had frozen solid in the bowl. Inside the house. Granted, it was on a window sill in a drafty back room, but still.
I want points for all of this. I want you all to understand how noble and brave we are to be living in Missouri. How stoic and filled with pioneering spirit (this is about when Kurt would break in and say something like "...filled with BEANS, you mean").
When the Carleton's went to light a fire this morning their house filled with smoke. Come to find out that the chimney had iced over, and smoke could not get out. Plus their water pipes froze. None of our vehicles start.
What on earth do people in Duluth do? Or Alaska? I'm a big whiney baby at 11 below. What would I do if it were REALLY cold?