Hold on there!

Kya: "Oh my god! Nate!"

Me: (This is what I get woken up to. Not a, "Good mornin' hon', you sleep well?" Okay, no Kya doesn't do that anyway, so here I'm thinking to myself in my non-drunken (okay I did have a half shot of amaretto last night, doesn't count though) sleepy stupor, just call me god that'll be fine... no need for formalities such as adding the name Nate) "What?!"

Kya: "It's seven below outside!!!" (in lamens terms: almost f*cking cold enough to the point if you pee outside it instantly freezes, okay that's more like 50 below, but you get the point).

Me: Stumbling into the panoramic view living room to confirm her disbelief I say, "Damn that's cold!" Since it's my day off I could care less, no one and i mean nothing could get me to leave the warmth of the sun beating down on me inside now.

Kya: Questioningly, "Can you give me a ride?"

Me: (I think I saw her eyelids batting at me from the other room (mister obviously saying: "She really wants you to drive her)).

So, we bundle up like were going to compete in the Iditarod, no need to light a fire under our car's oil pan like they do in Siberia though, remember, it's not that cold. (Who's sick little joke was it to make the temp. that cold today, especially at 9am)? Then wafter I dropped off Kya I came back to our apartment building and once inside the lobby waiting for the elevator I looked back to see the automatic, motion sensing, door open by itself. Yes, it's official the evil spirit wind/cold has taken over even the electronic door's sensors. Gotta' watch out or you could lose a digit or two, get your mind outta' the gutter, I mean a finger or thumb or toe.

Anywho, now she's done and I'm off to pick her up via car, but we are going out to a good ole Korean Buffet, "My idea of heaven is a biiiig buffet, where you never get full and you never get fat... ahhhhhh!" Margaret Cho's mom's salivating response is echoed by many a people. "Two please," Margaret Cho's response to her mother.