The Cold is Getting To Me

It is bona fide cold here in the South today. My car keeps telling me it's 32 degrees, and I think you'll admit that's pretty chilly, no matter where you live.

This afternoon, I turned on the dryer to fluff the clothes I was about to fold. I was feeling so cold and the clothes coming out of the dryer so warm that I started looking for something in the load to drape over me while I folded everything else. The warmth of one of these items would surely snap the cold from my bones, at least until I could get back to my blanket.

I grabbed something that would be perfect, would do just the trick, until I realized Augie would be walking in the door from Kindergarten any minute and he might freak out to find me standing in the laundry room with a pair of his underwear on my head.