*You* think it's cold?
Listen up suckers! I've been reading you posting about how cold it is down there and all I can say is: WHATEVER.


This morning's temperature is -37...-34.6 for all you crazy Fahrenheit users. Only, see, the thing is, down here in Winnipeg we have this thing called the wind chill factor because the air is SO FREAKING COLD. This tells you the true temperature when the wind is blowing. The temperature with the wind chill? MINUS FORTY-EIGHT which is MINUS FIFTY-FOUR FAHRENHEIT. When D1 opened the door to go to work this morning the air rushed in and looked like a dry-ice effect for scary movies. It is crazy. So shut it, all you pussies!

Here's a funny tidbit for you:

Yesterday I walked in the house after helping Nanny and Grandpa run some errands (and that is a post all on its own) to be confronted with D1 smiling angelically at me and whining, "Mommmmmmm..." I gave her a frown and said? "What? What do you want? I'm pretty sure the answer is no; when you say Mom like that you always want something wrong."

I was right because the next words out of her mouth were, "What was the list of things I can't get pierced?"

Sigh. "Lips, bellybutton, nose, tongue..."

She then starts to try to convince me to let her pierce her lip. Um...no. When she's older maybe. Kevin gets freaked out when she starts asking these things, haha. She already has an industrial on her upper ear and she's stretched her first lobes so she can wear those spiral earrings and that's good for now.

Then I picked up B1 and B2 from a birthday party down at the bowling lanes. They were all hanging out in a small separate party room and everyone had their shirts/pant legs tied up in various ways because they all got henna tattoos done during the party. What a novel idea for a party! I will probably steal that idea for B & B's 13th this summer.

Anyhoos, B1 and B2 have their shirts knotted up around their ribs, showing off their midriffs.

"Look Mom, look!" B1 says and shows me the cute little cartoony puppy she had done on the side of the stomach. Very nice.

"Look at mine!" B2 says and turns around to reveal a large floral pattern...

"The small of your back!?" I exclaim. Yikes. I wanted to follow it up with the Vince Vaughn quote, "...might as well be a bullseye" but I refrained. She's ONLY 12! Isn't this a little...mature? I think that is the end of my horror, but no, there's more.

"Look Mom! Look what it says!"

I peer closer to see the name, "Tyler" in flowy script underneath some flowers.

"Tyler? You put your boyfriend's name on your back?" I grinned. "I'll be in the car."

And then I ran downstairs to tell Kevin, who promptly called his Dad to cry.