So This is What Freezing Is

JD has been holed up in bed since Sunday. He moved into the guest bedroom and quarantined himself from what I suspect is SARS…or ebola. I have the flu, Jasmine, just the flu, he says when I ask if he contracted a rare disease that attacks the lungs. Maybe I should stay away from WebMD.com when he is sick.

I actually think he got sick from our time in Canada last week. It was a last-minute trip, so we threw the warmest clothes we owned into a suitcase and headed to the Land of the Maple Leaves. Except there weren't any leaves. In fact, there wasn't anything because the snow made it disappear. Should I repeat that last part? THE SNOW.

We spent a couple hours in Calgary, where we discovered it was -10 degrees Fahrenheit. I didn't even know days came in that number. With a friend's borrowed coat, I ventured into the snow to get a photo…in less than three minutes, I started crying (really) from the unbearable temperature. I ran back inside only to discover my face was so frozen I didn't feel the string of drool sweeping across my face.

After describing my bone-chilling experience, our friend Dereck sent us a Photoshopped picture of my adventure based on my imagination. In reality, we were standing in front of a Walmart. Of course, as a native Canadian he insisted I was being dramatic, but then all I had to do was POINT TO MY DROOL. Boom.