The Vortex

By now everyone not under a rock has heard that the Midwest has been slammed by The Polar Vortex (emphasis mine...seems to need a formal name since it's come and stayed and is sharing our lives). 

But. I refuse to give in to this Fucker (again, emphasis mine). So tonight I grilled steaks. Outside. In The Vortex. Granted standing over a 400 degree grill eased the Vortex's power, but still I was proud. And my darling 3 year old ate her steak and proudly proclaimed that everyone was loving the feast mommy made! (Ok - note to self - cook an actual meal more often.)

Frosty was proud of me as well...but pissed I am allowed inside.