Nolan and I played “Freeze Out” on our long drive home, yesterday. We took off our clothes, cranked up the A/C as high and as cold as it would go, rolled down the windows, and let the 20 degree weather, the snow, and the 40 mph winds have their way with us. Needless to day, after about 20 minutes or so, I started turning purple, and Nolan wouldn’t stop screaming and/or blowing his whistle, so we called a truce and tied.
Best friends.