Picture this.You wake up and begrudgingly get out of bed (because it is just the right temperature).
You go downstairs in the early morning hours and walk into the kitchen.
When you open the door to the refrigerator you stand in front of it for a minute because the air coming from there is actually warmer than the kitchen.
Sad.
It is -20 degrees right now (with the "wind chill").
Dear Jack Frost,
Please stop nipping at my nose.
Sincerely,
Me.
I feel like this guy. 
My new best friend.
My new method of transportation.
My new home.
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