Although my mind is getting prepared for winter, my hands are not. The freezing temperatures and icy door handles send a burning pain through my fingers. The thought crossed my mind that a cold Hell could be just as much a torment as a burning one. I pulled on my warm alpaca mittens before putting my hands on the cold steering wheel. By the time I dropped the girls off and came out of the building, my van was frost free. Maybe next time I'll try parking where the morning sun can reach the glass.
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3 hours ago
I read the first words and knew... Oh Martha you poor hands! Thank goodness for Andrea's talents and Alpaca ... fur? :)
ReplyDeleteYes, I love my mittens!
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