You Know You're Living With a True Yankee if....

Okay, so it's damn cold here, and it has been for over a week now. We've had very few days above 30, right now we are actually at a balmy 38, although it is supposed to tumble into the teens tonight. I'm in survival mode...wool socks, three layers at least, and trying to limit my time outside to the minimum. Mark still wants the window cracked open at night, and talks about when winter REALLY hits. He grew up in Rochester, NY, land of many feet of snow....and loves his memories of blizzards there.

On Sunday we realized that the dryer wasn't turning, so he hauled off the laundry baskets to the nearby laundrymat. I expected him home in an hour or so, but one turned into two, almost three and he still wasn't home. When he finally returned home, his explanation was as follows....While at the laundrymat he decided that he should wash the big comforter that is in the back of the truck for the dogs to lie on, so he did that. Then he decided he needed to vacuum before he put the clean comforter back into the car, so he went to the car wash. After he vacuumed his car out, he decided that he might as well go ahead and wash it, because it had salt on it. The outside temperature was 10 degrees at this time! Needless to say, the water froze as soon as it hit the truck, so he then had to scrape water off the truck windows before he could drive home. The truck was encased in a solid sheet of ice! He did notice that he was the only person at the car wash, but really didn't seem to think much more about it! However....we did have dry laundry, and he has a well vacuumed truck!