When we woke up this morning, the red sliver of mercury was a balmy 31 degrees below zero. (No, that's not a typo). Schools were canceled throughout Chicagoland for the second straight day in a row.
And what did we, on The Ark do?
Why, we went to the dentist, of course.
What? Doesn't everyone spend 30 minutes bundling seven children up to brave the bitter cold to have their teeth cleaned?
And then write poetry about it?