I’ve decided to revive the ol’ Fully Klothed Thursday. Why? Because it’s fucking rad, that’s why. Plus I get to show off my mad snow shoveling skillz.
This lovely photo was taken a few weeks back. I stopped shoveling the driveway to give my mother a big thumbs down. I was less than happy that morning when I awoke to two feet of snow and didn’t start shoveling until I had thrown a proper tantrum. That shovel in the bottom left hand corner is my dad helping me clear the driveway, no doubt, because he was fearful I’d say something highly inappropriate in front of a neighbor on the sabbath. (Which I did – I don’t think they appreciated “fuck me Jesus” nearly as much as I did.)
Clothing count on my bad ass: 1. polar fleece cap 2. sunglasses 3. iPod (yes it counts, keeps my ears warm) 4. gloves 5. tank top 6. t-shirt 7. sweatshirt 8. sweat pants 9. pajama pants (yes, it was THAT cold) 10. Smart Wool socks (they’re the best, AROUND!) 11. boots 12. pants(!) 13. sports bra numero uno 14. sports bra numero dos.
This week the weather has been much nicer. Today it reached a whopping forty-six degrees. I was so excited I wore jeans with a tank and spring shoes. I fear that being comfortable in such a small amount of clothing at that temperature makes me a full fledged Utahn. Fuck.
