Today’s podcast is about one of my favorite complaints. I am sitting here in my big, comfortable, manly, black leather poppa chair in my living room, thawing out from the trip I just took to the mailbox. It’s cold. No I mean COLD. That’s because it’s February. And as I told you in my book, Staying Happy Healthy And Hot (available at Amazon.com) the word is FebRUary. Not Feb-YOU-ary. Think about this please: If you, a priest, a rabbi, and a minister walked into a bar and the bartender asked if you wanted some b-YOU-skis you, the priest, the rabbi and the minister would all figure it was some kind of joke. It’s bREW-skis. And it’s FebRUary. February and brew-skis are both cold. I took my hot cup of coffee with me to keep my hands warm when I went up to the mailbox just now, and by the time I got back to the house, I had a large lump of coffee rattling around in the cup. My next door neighbor Randy was out getting his mail too. I said “Hello”, and it was so cold, the “lo” froze, hit the ground and broke before he could hear it. He thought I was just saying “Hell” and he said thanks for the warm wishes. He was wearing his hunting camo, so I didn’t actually see him. But I knew where he was because I could follow the sound of his teeth chattering.
