that frozen wasteland called Siberia (description courtesy of Fiddler on the Roof)
So, back in the day at school, our heater was broken. And we named our apartment Alaska. Then we had the wonderful adventure in the Sahara when our air conditioner failed to work. Don't worry, this time it isn't' that the heater isn't' working, its just that we have currently turned it off for the summer. Which obviously isn't here yet. Either way, I am inside my house and yet, I am COLD! Obviously I couldn't' say I'm in Alaska again, since my house is not Penrose 87, and Siberia was the next cold place that came to my mind, for some reason.
Of course, it really is a result of Utah weather deciding to finally give us a taste of Spring after pretending to give us an early summer. I suppose by now, I should be used to it, but I don't' like to be cold.
Here are some pictures of me trying to keep warm, INSIDE the house on May 22.



The hoodie, blanket, and hot chocolate have helped a bit, so I think I'll survive my visit to Siberia




