A Frosty Laugh

This post is for all my northern friends. Yeah, and my midwestern friends. Just not my Southern California friends; you guys are not allowed to laugh.

Last week it was a wee bit cold around here.
Let me remind you that I live in Arizona. And I grew up in Southern California.

Right after I graduated from college, I moved to Northern California (a different state, really) to teach English. One day there was frost on my windshield. I had absolutely no idea what to do about it; in fact, had never even seen frost before. I went back inside and told the family I was staying with that I guessed I couldn't go to work that day.

Here's the part where you realize what a complete idiot I am.

Or you take pity on the innocent, inexperienced girl that I once was.

Mr. Welty then introduced me to the wonders of a credit card.

Oh the joy that little bit of plastic brings!