Cold is as cold does....

Truth is...I am glad I am not Hubs.

For a lot of reasons.

For starters,  I would never be able to find anything in the fridge and that would be frustrating because I, in wife form, wouldn't be there to find it for me, in Hubs' form.

 Secondly, if I was him, I wouldn't like to eat onions and that is just sad. Everything tastes better with onions. It tastes even better with green chili. I'm just sayin'.

But mostly I am glad I am not Hubs because I have zero desire to go on Klondike. That's right. Klondike is this weekend! No, I am not talking about those delicious chocolate covered  vanilla ice cream squares. Oh, no. I would be all over it if that was what I was talking about.

The Klondike I am talking about is winter camping. This is when a group of men and boys hike into the snowy mountains and spend a day, a night and a day. This does not even sound fun to me. At. All.

Don't get me wrong. I like camping. As in real camping. The kind that doesn't have showers. Or running water. Or electrical outlets. Sleeping in tents, not cabins. And sleeping bags not beds. That's fun! (But not bears. I don't like those.I try and avoid them.) But freezing cold temperatures? Snow? Hiking in that cold snow. Nope. You lost me. Totally and completely out.

Hubs and Kobe are heading out this evening. And Hubs has prepared. They have a few pairs of wool socks. And beanies. And neck warmers. And zero degree sleeping bags. And gloves...two pair. And boots. And long johns. And ponchos. And tarps. And....

Does this sound fun to any of you? Anyone?

My thoughts exactly! (unless you said yes...and then you are farther gone than I am.)

Me? I am planning a nice weekend at home. In my nice warm bed. In my nicely heated home. I may have a cup of warm hot chocolate.

Heck, I may even get myself my own Klondike...

...bar that is.

(I wrote this last Friday...thought it was still worth sharing. FYI, they came home in one half frozen piece, and are fully thawed. Whew!)