G and I were going to go run some errands. She walked into my house looking like she’d been flash frozen and blown hither and yon.

Icy winds.

Thirty-five mile per hour icy winds and we were going out in them.

If I hadn’t had to make a CVS run for The Curmudgeon, drop off an item at the vets, desperately wanted to go out to lunch, and make a stop at Target, we wouldn’t have gone out of the house.

Tasty lunch of won ton tacos at Applebees.