Have you ever felt a witches nipple?

Today was cold, now that I got that out of the way.

I spent most of my work day on the tractor running top soil from the pile, up the road a mile and a half to where the guys are working. Doing the math, working out how long it takes me to drive the distance, I figure the tractor goes at max 4 miles per hour. With a full bucket it goes maybe 2 1/2.

That doesn't sound to bad, but conceder. It was 40 out, with a slight breeze. Then add the 4 mile an hour wind to it and what you have is cold. It doesn't have anything even remotely like a cab. You are exposed to the elements. With my carharts, two pairs of gloves, boots and socks I was still freezing my ass off.

I need to be out at the job site at 7:00 am tomorrow to spread more dirt. As opposed to meeting at Tim's house then driving out there.

And now my day is over, I'm home. Jen is cooking dinner for us, and it smells good. I'm starving. Mike is sitting next to me, talking about giving dogs Eskimo kisses.