My Least Favorite Four Letter Word

Feeling festive, I ventured out to a Christmas concert tonight. Thankfully, it was lovely, as I didn't realize the adventure that awaited me as I attempted to return to my car.

Knowing it is December in Wisconsin, I had armed myself with the necessaries: a down coat with a hood, my *good* gloves, and my not-only-cute-but-actually-also-very-warm boots.

They didn't make a dent in this:

Notice the "RealFeel" temp? Yeah. It was blowing like crazy. I had almost arrived at home before my hands stopped shaking.

I'm not thinking this experience improved my stuffy nose, cough, or sore throat at all.

Why do I live here again?

Interestingly, on the same page as the above forecast was this:

Sorry, Al. I'm more in favor of global warming now than ever.

(Cookies to Harvey for the idea for the title)