I’m in the mug on the right.
It’s even effing colder here than they say. I’ve survived 2.5 days so far, and suspect I’ll probably make it out alive. Unless snow comes and I can’t find someone to chauffeur me around. Because driving in the snow is NOT like riding a bike.
The good news is there is plenty of beer and old high school hoodies at my parents’ house, so if I do barricade my road hazard California ass indoors at least I can enjoy my brews and glory days simultaneously. And then pass out in my childhood twin bed. Just like 2004.