So today my husband went to watch a high-school football game. His mom is the director of the marching band, and members of her family attend their high school’s football games pretty regularly.
Anyway, Jay decided to go to this game, despite the fact that the wind was a steady 29 mph, and gusting to 40 mph. I think the temps were in the upper 40s. I don’t know how to figure wind chill out, but I would imagine that’s pretty darn cold.
Jay knew about the forecast before he left, but said that he loved bundling up in cold weather and watching football. I said he’d catch his death out there.
Now he’s in the bedroom trying to sleep, but all I hear is “cough, cough .. coff … COUGH.”