It's been cold here. To cold to be doing anything but staying warm. Now that's what my mother would have said. I'm not regressing. I refuse to . Ok what to do what to do. hmmm. Ok lori , my oldest daughter who is "supporting " me in this effort, you win. Taking off sweater and putting on regular shirt and no shoes and walking out side. If my feet freeze, nope not thinking that way. Going to join my own little version of the polar bear club. My mother would never do this. Ok I checked the temp. outside. It was 34* . I went out no shoes and walked all the way around my house ,which is BIG, to the front door. At the front door I found it was locked. I knocked. No answer. I knocked louder. NO answer. I looked up at the window. There is the smiling face of my idiot husband. I pounded "LET ME IN!!" He laughed but he opened the door. Later that night when we got into bed I remembered that smiling face in the window. I reached over ever so tenderly and....stuck my frozen feet on his back. That's me!