Which is why I don't like snow. You see, when its just cold outside, you can get from place to place wearing your eighty billion layers, and go inside to a place that presumably has heat, and take off some of the eighty billion layers and get warm again. But snow? It sticks to you. It makes those eighty billion layers wet. So then your not just cold, but your wet and cold, and the wet is cold too. There is no getting warm after that. Especially if your stubborn. And in case you haven't noticed, I am. I think the stubbornness comes from the same place as the refusal to believe that green potatoes are poisonous (which I still contest they are not, I've been eating them for years).
You see, in addition to being a nemesis, Bobby over at Wildly Urban, is my roommate, and we have a bet going to see who will cave and turn the heat on in the apartment first.
Like any good bet, the winner gets pride. And that's it.
You might think we are crazy, and your probably right, after all I've very rarely been accused of being sane. But the point is, in a good winter, when I am not engaged in a ridiculous bet, I dislike snow. This year I really don't like it. Now perhaps the easy solution would be to turn the heat on, but perhaps if yo think that is the easy solution, you've never engaged in a bet of stubbornness. So I am heaping blankets on my bed (currently I number two comforters with two throws and a sleeping bag in reserve). And hope my nemesis's lack of body fat is enough of a weakness to cause him to cave first.
Cause its going to take spring (or the pipes freezing) to end this thing.
What's the craziest thing you've ever done on a bet?
p.s. Bobby caved and turned the heat on earlier this week. Apparently he is a weakling.