Or, woman. Person. With "Baby, It's Cold Outside" under fire, I'm not sure what a guy can say anymore without catching flack.
It is another cold, drizzly, windy day here. You're probably tired of reading that; I'm sure tired of living that. It continues to be the coldest, wettest late autumn I recall here.
But, there is someone who was happy about this. Yes, Joan. Oh, she shares the same aversion to winter weather as me, but she bought some flannel-lined jeans a while ago at Bass Pro... and says they are very comfortable. It was 55º here this morning; that is flannel-lined territory.
Out for breakfast this morning. There is something forlorn looking about palm trees and gray skies - it just doesn't seem right. On the bright side: we saw dolphins as we were crossing our bridge. :-)
Breakfast at Pier 19 - Saturday and Sunday feature Andrew on guitar and vocals there...
My Honey took a photo of me (it's usually the other way around)...
Yes, that is a sweater... I'm speaking of the garment, not the guy wearing it. Too chilly for much sweating right now. I do have some flannel-lined kahkis from our time with the whale watch companies... I'm not as excited about putting those on as Joan is about her jeans.
I don't have any Christmas socks, though...
It's the difference between bracing for the weather and embracing it. ;-)
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