It’s cold in L.A. Real cold. As in, I’ve been experiencing shivering in places that don’t normally shiver, y’all.
At Saturday night’s WEXMAS party, I was so cold my legs stopped working. And I was next to a patio heater, for cry-eye! In the mornings, my car is so cold I watch my breath until the old gal heats up (which usually takes about 15 minutes or so).
But hey, don’t feel too sorry me. It’s about to warm up in a couple of days and I’ll be back to wearing long-sleeved t-shirts for warmth.
In the meantime, though, feel free to laugh at me in my parka. That’s right – a parka. And know that I’m toasty to the core, with no shivering parts at all.