Yesterday, we woke up to our thermometer reading 0 degrees outside. It also reported an inside temperature of 53 degrees (keep in mind we just had a heat pump installed this fall--last year on our coldest day the downstairs dropped to 47 degrees inside).
Austin gleefully exclaimed last night after scouring the internet for weather news that we were in just about the coldest spot in the country yesterday. Apparently, even the nearby mountains were (uncharacteristically) warmer, Vermont was warmer, in fact EVERYWHERE in the US was warmer, except a small section of Northern Maine.
Yes, isn't that exciting? If you're a crazy weather extremist like my husband, it is. If you're like me... well, let's evaluate:
Do you love it when there's ice on the inside of your bedroom windows?
What about when the washing machine doesn't work because the water to the machine is all frozen?
Do you like keeping your meat outside in a pickup truck because it's just as cold as the freezer?
I think that's enough said.
