hawo. wiw you hiwah me?

I walked into this swanky looking restaurant/jazz bar today, ready to hand over my resume with a smile that was neither flirty nor fake, and with just enough personality that showed professionalism and pazazz. I was ready, but my face wasn't: it hadn't finished thawing.  I sounded- and must have looked- like I just had a truck load's worth of botox.

But that is what happens to a slightly exposed face when walking around in 5 degree weather I guess. Too bad this cold won't freeze and break off fat and wrinkles like it will my fingers and nose.