Cold. I don't mind the cold. We get some nice, cold, sunny weather in the winter. And the twice a decade snow storm. I like my room cold when I sleep. And I love that we have air conditioning now that we've moved to Camas (no one has AC in Seattle. Seattlites just suffer through the twice a decade hot summers they get.) I can handle cold temperatures much better than hot. Perhaps that's because you can layer on the clothes as thick as you want. When it's hot there is only so much you can take off, and then you just have to endure the heat.
But cold is the nemesis of my teeth. And nothing makes me cringe more than seeing people bite into and chew a popsicle. Or chew ice. It sends shivers up my spine. My dental hygienist knows - only use warm water in my mouth unless you want to have to peel me off the ceiling. And I will never, ever forget the time when the dentist used a small stick of ice to find the sensitive spots on my teeth. That may be the easiest way to narrow down those areas, but also the most torturous way. Worst. Pain. Ever. It took everything in my power not to slap his hand away from my face.
So, while this peek into my freezer may look "cool" (pun intended), the ice cream and popsicles give me chills (pun intended, again.) But that bottle of whipped cream vodka...delicious in root beer or orange soda.
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