A Cold-Ass . . .well . . . Ass

The Week in Song Lyrics could really be anything like:

Cold as Ice
You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice our love

Ice Ice Baby
Ice ice baby
Too cold

Fire and Ice
Fire and ice
You come on like a flame, then you turn a cold shoulder

You get the picture.

Sunday we rode when it was 33 out, which is not so cold for you Northerners, but it's Damn Cold to Floridians, and even colder once you start riding and the wind chill makes it like 13.  I got home and jumped in the hot bathtub and Blake told me all the purple welts all over me made it looked like I had been caned.

So, I started my week with yoga and my research proposal getting aproved, then I got rejected to another PhD program and froze my ass.  That's how I ended my week.

How was yours?

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