It's f*ing cold outside in NYC, there's snow and also Tom took a photo frame out of the neighbor's trash

 First of all, it's ridiculously cold outside. I never wear long underwear and I've been wearing long underwear. In fact, I wore a pair to a big business meeting in midtown last week. At the outset, this seemed like a great idea, but about half way through the meeting, I got really hot. 

Originally, my plan had a hukana matada vibe. Like, I thought to myself as I got dressed, stuffing myself into my long johns and my dress pants... if I get hot, i'll just go to the bathroom and take them off and jam them in my handbag.

I want to just say that this plan falls into the category of "great on paper, doesn't hold up irl." Like there's logistics involved. You have to take off all your pants in the ladies room balancing in one shoe due to the gross floor, and then come back to the meeting with a giant undergarment in your handbag. It's a challenge of both balance and storage capacity.

I say all this to say, we've been spending a lot of time indoors. Apparently so have a lot of people, you know doing a little sprucing up, clearing out, etc. 

Late this afternoon, Tom came whipping back from taking our trash down the hall to the garbage room where the trash chute is for our apartment building. There's the chute, and then people just perch other crap they don't want to throw down the chute on or about the vicinity. Despite the big signs to not do this, mind you. Apparently none of us can read.

So Tom comes flying back down the hall with a couple of really nice black framed photographs that apparently one of the neighbors left in there. Well, the frames were really nice, the photos are slightly dubious  but maybe they'll grow on me. Here's one:

The neighbor's photo of beer in an
expensive metallic black frame that is now ours.

We will probably hang it up in our hallway. We'll say it will be temporary until we find better photos or artwork, but it will likely take us 5-10 years to get around to even looking. 

So then we spent the better part of the afternoon cracking ourselves up while considering the prospect of us having the neighbor over, and he/she goes down the hall and sees their trash hanging proud as can be right next to the bathroom.

We decide we can never have the neighbors over. 

I mention this whole thing to Darcey and Matt and Helen in a group text. Darcey replies:

Right, Darcey once took a whole frozen turkey out of her garbage room, but she says she doesn't talk about it because it makes her husband Kent go "a little sideways." And ya know, I get Kent's concern tbh. 

Then I sent to the group, apropos nothing really, a photo of a giant pile of snow on 10th Avenue up by London Terrace. I mentioned it's cold as fuck, right? Well also there's snow piled up all over the place.

One of many giant piles of snow
in Manhattan right now.
This one is taller than a car!

So then Matt replies:

Ha ha ha.

Matt replies, "Is it just me or would that picture look great with a nice black frame around it?" Hilarious, what a call back.