Brrrrrrrrr!

It is so cold. Not so much outside--but in our apartment! Our landlord either secretly rented us a meat locker...OR...I have become spoiled by the sunny warm weather we usually have here in LA. Two years ago when we first moved here, the "winter" seemed so mild, laughable really.  Now, when the temp drops even a degree below 60 it's time to whip out the parka and mittens. When we first moved here, I would completely make fun of those people: the women (and men) in gloves, scarves, beanies, the whole nine yards in 50-60 degree weather! I use to think those people were just looking for an excuse to wear the latest trend in coats and scarves. I would roll my eyes in disgust everytime I saw one of them. They don't know what real cold weather is I would think. Not that I was really an authority in cold weather coming from Texas. But at the time, I did know that 60 degrees defintiely did not call for a heavy winter coat. Well, now, unfortunately, I think I would disagree with my former.  Yes, now I realize they were probably just cold. I have lost any and all tolerance for cold weather.

A lot of apartments (including ours) this close to the beach do not come equipped with central heat and air. Or any kind of heater or air conditioner for that matter. Frankly, you hardly ever need either because the weather is so agreeable. The only option we do have for heat is an ancient gas heater (circa 1955), and I do not trust that thing. Not one bit. The one (and only) time we did attempt to light the thing it almost completely cinged off all of Bryan's body hair and half of the hallway. We concluded that one stab at lighting the beast was enough...we would just layer to keep warm. So much for that new lingerie! Ha. ha.

Please note the menacing wall heater to the right.

The real turning point was a couple of days ago when I turned to Bryan in bed as we were waking up. "Good morning," I said. He looked at me puzzled, rubbed his eyes and said "say that again." Huh? "Good morning," I said again. No, my morning breath was not flaming...It was so cold in our bedroom you could see my breath! And his! Is this supposed to happen in sunny Southern California? Needless to say; we are investing in electric blankets and possibly snuggies. Okay, we probably won't go for the Snuggies. But now, given the circumstance; the luxury of being able to answer the phone, read a book or eat my favorite snack without messing up my blanket...doesn't sound so bad!