One Is the Loneliest Number

As I sit writing this post on Sunday night (scheduling it to publish Monday morning), my phone tells me it is one degree outside. ONE DEGREE.

Cooper and I went to a fireside tonight at church for the Primary kids who are turning eight this year. When it was done and everyone was enjoying refreshments I saw my friend, who had participated in the fireside, walk into the room, keys in hand and perplexed look on her face. I asked what was going on. Her car was frozen shut. She couldn't even get the key all the way in the lock.

After a few more unsuccessful tries, I drove her home. One of my doors was frozen shut, but thankfully it was a back door and Cooper was able to climb through the front. When we got to her house, we discovered her door wouldn't open. Not knowing this was an existing issue (I don't drive this car that often), I thought her door had frozen. I offered to let her out through my door so I reached for the handle.

And it broke off in my hand.

I don't think cars like the cold.

Don't worry, I rolled down the window and opened the door from the outside, so we're not all still stuck in the car in one degree weather.