If you don't ever hear from me again, assume I am frozen. Mostly likely in my bed surrounded by my two cats who will be just fine with their fur as I'm huddled until 3 down comforters. It's times like this that make me wish I had footie pajamas.
(And in case you are worried- Matt and the kids are fine. They apprently thrive in cold weather. Both kids were running around in short sleeves and no socks like it's nobody's business as I'm in slippers, a robe, and thermal socks. Shivering. Clearly I'm odd man out)