Call Me 'Ice Man'

Indeed, it is cold outside. Twenty-one degrees to be exact. Collin's room is so cold that he is sleeping on the couch in the living room. However, my room is warm and my bed, toasty, which is my excuse for oversleeping this morning. Upon getting up, I had roughly forty minutes to shower, dress, and make my forty-five minute commute. Not happending. I made it to the bus stop where everyone looked like penguins dancing around with their hands in their pockets and heads hunched low into their scarves to stay warm. I am not as bothered by the weather, I enjoy it actually, so a jacket was enough warmth for me. This was not the case for my head. I was standing there pondering and experiencing negative windchill and wondered how the moisture in my hair was doing since I just got out of the shower. Sure enough, my hair was frozen solid. I thought about moving it around to break up the ice but was afraid that the curls would snap in half. I'm pretty sure I got some weird looks from people behind me, but at least I didn't look like a penguin.