The other day (yesterday I believe) my dad woke me up from my slumbers during the day (like 4:00pm (I think)) to move my car. Not only was his car in the garage (as was mine), but my mom wasn't even going ot be home until like 8 or 9. This of course pisses me off, because there was ABSOLUTELY no need to wake me up and move my car since there wouldn't be any need for him to move his car until later when I would be up anyway.
So... as a form of rebillion I go outside with just a shirt & pants out (barefoot). I have to remind you that this is probably low 20s (F) temperature with snow on the ground. Anyway, I walk over to the garage into my car, get in my car, move it up and then walk back into the house. The whole time my dad is staring at me of course (hopefully feeling bad, but wouldn't surprise me if he wasn't). Anyways, my feet went completely numb, I thought that I had gotten frostbite, but luckily within ten minutes my feet were feeling fine again. IDK, just thought I would share that little story that it is possible to go outside barefoot in the snow, and live to tell the tale and still have perfectly fine feet.
So... as a form of rebillion I go outside with just a shirt & pants out (barefoot). I have to remind you that this is probably low 20s (F) temperature with snow on the ground. Anyway, I walk over to the garage into my car, get in my car, move it up and then walk back into the house. The whole time my dad is staring at me of course (hopefully feeling bad, but wouldn't surprise me if he wasn't). Anyways, my feet went completely numb, I thought that I had gotten frostbite, but luckily within ten minutes my feet were feeling fine again. IDK, just thought I would share that little story that it is possible to go outside barefoot in the snow, and live to tell the tale and still have perfectly fine feet.