According to our local weather folks, we are expecting
snowstorms, ice storms, rains storms, hailstorms, tornadoes, hurricanes, locusts,
frogs falling from the heavens and so much worse by the time Monday rolls
around.
I can handle all of that, but what I cannot handle is
Carlos’ sudden need to change the temperature from Fahrenheit to Celsius. This
morning it was 28-degrees and after he heard that and muttered his standard
cold morning “Oh fuck,” he said:
“It’s -2 degrees!”
“No, it’s 28—”
“In Celsius it’s -2!”
“We don’t use Celsius so stop staying that.”
Whispering as he wanders into the bathroom …
“Minus 2, minus 2, minus 2.”
I am gonna lower the temperature of the extra freezer and
let Carlos nap in there all weekend and then see him mutter Celsius! |