Andrew: “. . . Minnesota.”
Jennifer: ” I don’t think I heard you correctly. Did you say Minnesota?”
Andrew: “Yes. I said Minnesota.”
This is about how the conversation went the day my husband gave me the news. Thirty-three years of warm California winters flashed through my head. The thought of snow-covered anything is just plain terrifying. What business do four Southern California natives have living anywhere that has the potential of -45 degree temperatures? I am thinking penguins and polar bears when I hear temperatures like that.
Never the less, duty calls and our happy little family shall answer.