Lizards and balls and Star Wars, oh my!

The weather has taken a strange turn for the colder and I don't like it one bit. As my profile clearly states, I am a 'desert rat'. Which does not mean I am a desert-dwelling rodent, as the title suggests, but rather that I enjoy the hot, dry climate of the SE Az. desert. Don't ask me why, I didn't make it up, I just wear the nonsensical description proudly. But, as I was saying, it has been rather chilly here lately, as opposed to the heat I have anxiously been awaiting. I cannot function when I am cold. I am like those lizards who froze and fell out of their trees during the winter in Florida. I'm just like that, except I don't live in a tree. The cold makes me feel how I imagine testicle might feel when they come into contact with frigid water; shriveled, impotent, paralyzed and really fuckin' cold. When it is cold, I like to pretend I am on the planet Hoth, with only a gutted Tauntaun to keep me warm. This entertains me while I am huddled under my comforter, in my pj's and warm, fuzzy, socks, all day. Sometimes, I make emergency trips to Echo Base, aka the kitchen, for sustenance before returning to my lair. Sometimes I speak like Yoda when asked questions. For example, child: "Mom, what are you doing?", me: "keeping warm, I am...mmmm?", child: "Dad, Mom's talking like Yoda again!". Now, I know you Star Wars fanatics are chomping at the bit to point out that Yoda was never on the planet Hoth, but I have yet to perfect my Chewbacca impression so a break you will give me...mmmmm?