Treasures Hidden (or Buried) in the Car.

This is a rough estimate, since the weather stations and closet meteorologist have all gone to heaven,but I think I can safely say the temperature dropped something like 11 degrees in somewhere close to 7 minutes yesterday.

Before lunch, Tuck and I were just fine and jacket-free, thank you very much. And then I’m pretty sure there were icicles appearing on our eyelashes and nosehairs.

But then there was this glorious and very gratifying moment: we found two coats hiding in the car.

Hiding. Or hidden. Or buried. Whatevs.

And this, my friends, is why you should never, ever clean out your car.

I swear by this method.