It was bloody cold this morning (-9 F, -22 WC) when we went out to the cars. So cold, in fact, that our lame windshield washer fluid seemed to be lacking in the anti-freeze department. We compared drives home and found we both had the same problem after running the washer and wipers. With the defroster blowing full on, the solution instantly froze to the windshield and the wiper blades stumbled over it like a drunk on a warped barroom floor.
This, plus a dusting of fresh, fine snow made for one of those drives home where you feel like you're piloting an armored personnel carrier and trying to peek out the bulletproof slot that serves as a windshield on those things. Luckily (or not) the highway speed was about equal to the top speed of an armored personnel carrier, so you never felt like you were out-maneuvering your infantry running alongside.
Upon arriving back to base, we had intended to regroup and drive for eatables, but instead traded off eating crackers and pitching pennies for who got to hold the dog next.
I don't know what we'd do without him.
Stay warm. Hunker down with whatever you can.
2 comments:
Cutest dog EVER.
You're right, that dog is really cute.
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