It's Friday morning, it's 11 freakin' degrees, and I'm home sick. Ugh.... Memo to self: avoid Red Robin for lunch; you've been warned.
You'd think that, having grown up in northern Minnesota, that cold weather would really not be a problem...but no matter what I do, I just can't get warm. Before my fingers fall off from frostbite, I may have to start breaking up furniture to feed into my fireplace.
Man...just how badly do I want that couch??
