But I'm cold!!!

The sticklers Ben and Margaret have yet to fire up the ol' furnace this season. It has been uncharacteristically cool, but not cold enough to start up the furnace. It is still warm enough that a simple sweater or an extra blanket will keep one warm when going to bed. So yesterday, Sunday, when we got home fome the Stake House, which literally could have been a "Steak Freezer", we were all a little chilled. (The powers that be have yet to change the AC over to heat at our building so when somebody pushed the little "occupied" button the AC kicked on, although it was barely over 5o degrees outside. We could almost see our breath in the chapel. The chilly temp did keep the Stake Presidency awake on the stand though.) Anyhow, when we got home we were all a little chilly. After hovering over the stove for what little heat it put off while making lunch we all went up and changed into our post-church garb, which consisted of hand made one of a kind bottoms and a sweatshirt for Mar and I. But Kathryn went all out. I was the first one changed so I was back downstairs and sitting down when Mar walked past Kathryn's door and let out a huge laugh. She almost took a tumble down the stairs she was laughing so hard. I asked what happened but she could only laugh. A minute later Kathryn came out all "Poohed" up. She was wearing a Pooh sweatsuit that her mother had bought her. The suit is dark green with Pooh's head sticking out of the top and it says Pooh on the bottoms. But the real kickers were the socks. They also were of the affiliation Pooh. They were the really thick kind with no slip bottoms. They had Pigget, in memory of Madi Hale, Eor??, Pooh, and Tigger. And this may be the funniest part. Instead of pulling the socks up and then pulling the hefty sweatsuit pant leg down over the socks she did the opposite. So she had this massive clump of sock around the bottom of her sweats. When asked WHY she had chosen this set-up she innocently commented that she did not want the cold air to creep up past the ELASTIC BAND of her sweats so she put the socks on the outside. This, of course, elicited another burst of laughter from Margaret and I. What else can be said. That logic just can not be argued against.