What does that expression really mean, anyway?
I think hell might have frozen over. There’s a vaguely car-shaped thing in the driveway, but it’s buried under several inches of snow. And it’s very, very cold – I think it might just have crept over the 0° mark – that’s 0° Fahrenheit, not Celsius – but that’s not counting wind chill.
Plus, I seem to have caught the same bug that Carrie has, so we’re currently a pair of snowed-in, snuffling, sneezing fools. Poor Denis – I hope he doesn’t catch it. And the DVD player which has been skipping and freezing a lot lately is now unusable, so we can’t even drown our sorrows in Baby Einstein or Lord of the Rings.
Send hot cocoa, please!