The "Cold" Front

No one had to tell me about The "Cold" Front. KiKi had left his sentry position at my feet and was snuggled under my arm on the pillow next to me (a spot usually reserved for a floozie). I turned on the TV and the local news station was wailing about how the temperature had plummeted to 50 degrees and they interviewed a man who actually said, "I had to wear a long sleeved shirt this morning." Come on people; let's keep a perspective here. If I'm not mistaken, people in Wisconsin have their tongues stuck to a pole. (oooo, another spot reserved for the floozie.)