Hurricane Sandy has just passed over, leaving behind the beginnings of wintery weather, and thus beginning the Winter War. In our house, Matthew and I bravely battle each other for the title of Winter Warrior; the loser is designated the Winter Wimp. The whole point is to see who can last the longest without turning on the heat. Here is how a typical battle might play out:
Marion: Cold yet?
Matt: Heck, no! This blanket I'm wearing is merely a fashion accessory. Very in right now, I might add. You are though, aren't you?
Marion: Nope! Feelin' great. I'm shocked that more people don't wear their hats and mittens inside.
A few days later ...
Matt: You know, Sally looks a little cold. Maybe, we should think about her.
Marion: You wimping out?
Matt: Of course not! On second thought, she has a fur coat and those shivers are probably just wiggles of extra energy.
Even later ....
Marion: How about we turn it on low, for just a few hours in the morning to take the edge off for the cat.
Matt: Right. That shouldn't hardly count -- it's for her.
And that's how it continues, until one of us can no longer type, knit, or move since they are wearing 4 pairs of mittens, three spare blankets, and all of their socks.
