Dear HotHands Hand Warmers,
Based on the expression “cold hands, warm heart,” I am practically Mother Teresa. That is, my hands are blocks of ice most of the time. I also have a very cold nose. This quite possibly qualifies me as part Labrador.
With three sons who love the outdoors and all things winter, I have suffered through many cold seasons with empty bags of Wonder Bread covering my hands beneath mittens. I figured if it was good enough to do in the 1970s, it was certainly good enough to do now.
|The kids? They never get cold.|
For the record, it is SO not good enough.
Recently, one of my son’s hockey dads gifted me with HotHands Hand Warmers. The result? I could not rid my pantry of hundreds of empty Wonder Bread bags fast enough. How I did not know about this miraculous invention is beyond baffling. But this winter? I don't even hate sledding.
And maybe I even took the kids to an outdoor ice rink.
All because of you.
And your Hand Warmers.
While I have not received a response to date, I am still holding out hope - which leaves my total at 69. To check out the competition, visit Andrea today!