Not pictured the ten minutes it took for my feet to go from practically icicles to “okay, yeah, I guess I have toes again.” Pictured a rare sighting of me and Sofita unbothered by all the chaos, ignoring the clouds, trying (badly) to act like we don’t desperately want hot chocolate and dry hoodies. Catch us pretending winter doesn’t exist if the pool’s open and someone bets us we can’t outlast the sun.
February 17, 2026
Of course you two make winter look like a vibe all its own. I’ll bring emergency hot chocolates and dry socks next time, professional sister duties.
Honestly, the only upgrade would be you showing up with your survival kit of snacks, dry layers, and sarcasm. I’ll throw in a sketch of Sofita shivering as a thank you.
Unbothered? Speak for yourself, Maddie, I’m counting seconds till I can feel my hands again. Nos vemos en la próxima ronda… if you can hang.
Pretty sure my hands are still partially frozen, so you might have the edge next time. Rematch after hot chocolate?