In which hell freezes over, which is more appropriate than you know

It is April IRL.

And it is cold.

Which is so unfair. Because in the northern hemisphere, we should not have to be cold in April.

We had a beautiful day on Monday. We actually OPENED THE WINDOWS.

If you live up north, you know what a big deal an open window is.

If you are in the south, you are thinking, "What? You mean there are times when you would not be able to open a window?"

(I am not talking to the people who use their AC all the time. I am talking to people like me who like open windows and attic fans rather than AC. I have almost never used my AC, even when I was in the south. I used it only when my mom came to visit.)

It is cold. We still have flannel sheets on our bed. We have a space heater in our room. It is a Thursday morning - it is April 28 - and I am working at home, sitting in the kitchen, with the heat cranked up to 70 and wearing the fluffy pink robe my sister got me for Christmas a few years ago.

Primo is home, of course. He is no longer traveling to Florida thank goodness. I would like him to be At Work, but I remind myself that if I had to make the tradeoff between his having a job and Sly and Doris still being alive (and not magically converting into loving, nice people), his not having a job is a reasonable sacrifice to make.

Anyhow. He is home. I think the cat is out of the bag now that Primo is ultra liberal. That is important information for this story.

Primo: It's cold!

Me: I know!

Primo: It's not fair!

Me: I know.

Primo: I want to do some chores outside but it's too cold! They are not going to be able to take photos outside at the wedding on Sunday!

Me: Nope.

Primo: I hope they didn't think that was actually a possibility when they chose May 1 as a wedding date.

Me: I hope so too.

Primo: I want global warming!

Me: WHAT?

Primo: I WANT GLOBAL WARMING!

Me: Who are you and what have you done with my ultra liberal husband?

Primo: I just think that if it's happening that we should get some of the benefits here.

Me [type type type]

Primo: Hey! You can't write about that!

Me: I'm putting it in my blog, not on facebook.

Primo: Oh, OK. I can't have that information out in public.