Thursday, December 30, 2010
42 "Feels Like" 34?????
Those are not words we hear too often around these parts. "Forty two, feels like thirty four" I mean. I realize by Chicago, Minneapolis, Rochester or Arctic Circle standards that's practically balmy but this is L.A. Our houses aren't insulated for it, our closets don't have coats for it and -- well, it's kind of throwing us for a loop.
Heat, smog and drought ... we get.
Wildfires, mudslides and earthquakes ... yep, we get those. (Don't like 'em but we "get" them.)
But "42 feels like freakin' 34?"
Not in our vocabulary.
Except it is today.
In a word .... Brrrrrrrrrrrrr!
P.S. -- And no, we will NOT be camping out on Colorado Blvd. waiting for the Rose Parade tomorrow. Not for all the tea in China or coals in Newcastle.