The other day my husband and I went cross-country skiing on the golf course outside of our backyard. It was very very cold. About 24 below zero, give or take a few degrees. I have become excellent at dressing for cold weather, so I was toasty warm during our 40-minute trek across Prairiewood. The trail was great too - the snow was super slick and the trail had just been groomed a few days before...
Paul was skiing in front of me and after about 20 minutes on the trail he stops and turns his head around to talk to me.
Paul: How are you doing?
Me: I'm fine. My eyeballs are freezing though! The wind hurts them. Do tears freeze?
Paul: I don't think so... Do you want my sunglasses?
Me: No. My face is just a little cold, but I'm good.
He stands there, motionless... still staring at me.
Paul: Nothing. (he raises his eyebrows a few quick times at me).
Paul: You look good.
Me: Are you kidding me?!
Me: Paul! It is freakin' 24 below zero and you are giving me the look!? Out here!? In the middle of the golf course!
Paul: Well... I'm making an outdoors woman out of you...
Me: And that's hot?