Baby It's Cold Outside

It's 16 degrees outside (minus 2000 with the wind chill factored in). I get home from work, cold and tired, ready to sink into Warm & Toasty Land.

Then the phone rings.

It's nutjob #1.

"Let's go for a run," he says.

"Baby it's cold out there."

"It's cold weather fun."

"Baby there's ice out there."

"The yak trax are here."

"I really can't go."

"You're going."

"But it's so warm inside."

"Let's go."

"Baby, it's cold outside."

And out the door we go.


Nobody ever said hanging with Nutjobs would be easy.

Reminder to the extreme nutjobs (and you know who you are) there's still time to register for the Winter 100.


Yikes!