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I don't mind cold, but I have a sever dislike of snow. Well, actually, I have a pretty sever dislike of cold too. I blame it on growing up in Georgia, where you can wear flip flops year round (if your dedicated) But cold gets to me, it gets in your bones and your joints and muscles and things freeze. I get that in the summer there is a limit to how much you can take off, but in the winter there is a limit to how much you can put on. Or at least a limit to how much you can put on and still function, I think you reach that after your fourth sock, fifth sweater, six glove and a jacket (that's how I dress when it gets to be about forty degrees outside), and when you cant bend your elbows it becomes very hard to function...have you ever tried to get up when you cant move your elbows and your laying on your face?

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.