38 degrees here (100 F), as we are about to enjoy a hearty meal and then open up our christmas presents. Not quite a white christmas per se, but everyone's looking a bit pale.
There is the tiniest amount of white stuff on the ground here, but already I've recieved calls from people asking if I can just bring my Jeep (that annoys me since it is a Range Rover, not a Jeep) and help them with xyz. These are the same people that call me a baby narwhal killer the rest of the year. So **** that noise. If I could take a FWD open diff van through worse they can cope.
That said, if you're a hot babe in distress, you can have my number and I'll be right over.
Well hows about that. I told my mum to "learn to drive" instead of running around North Yorkshire for her. She decided to take my advice and drive her own car in the snow. I got a text message saying "best fun ever! scary at times but the empty car park was awesome" I think we have a convert. In the shape of a 50something year old woman.