Bad things happen in cold football stands.
The frigid aluminum seats numb your brain.
I don’t know about you, but my brain is in my bottom.
It was FREEZING when we watched my kid’s last field hockey game.
My daughter is in the above picture. She’s one of the blurs.
I looked around to distract myself from the cold.
I saw something very disturbing.
Cold makes me hallucinate.
To stop the downward spiral, I stole some lady’s hot chocolate.
I felt much more optimistic after gulping down the beverage.
My strange behavior concerned my husband.
He took me out for a lovely, romantic dinner afterwards.
I thought the restaurant’s decor was a bit..strange.
I decided to have a salad.
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