Go Bears!

I had this conversation with my dad today:

Dad:  What's the temperature there?
Me:  Three.
Dad:  Thirty?  Wow, cold.
Me: No.  Three.
Dad:  Oh.  Thirty-three.  Still.
Me:  No.  Three.  As in three degrees.

And I wonder if it's a bad sign that I sometimes forget to wash my hair when I take a shower.  There are days when I'm going through my shower routine and can't, for the life of me, remember if I've washed my head.  So I wash it again.  Then there are days like today where I'm sitting on the couch and thinking that my hair felt dirty.  I clearly remembered showering.  I also remembered being surprised that I finished the shower without the hot water running out (like it normally does in the winter because I have a water heater the size of a large milk container).  And then I solved my own mystery.

Yikes.