This time, it wasn't because I was chilly.
I'm chilly, as a storm blows in, and Marteau's skin is red and goosebumped with the chill.
On Sunday, at least, Mr. Gore might have used the excuse of looking for a little warmth on a cold night, but he blew it, stripping off his suit coat and saying, "I know it's chilly out here, but I'm feeling hot".
If it's chilly, I throw my favorite orange cashmere blanket over my legs.
He doffed his jacket at the Green Bay rally, telling the crowd, "It's chilly, but I'm hot, and I'm telling you, this election is hot!" He noted that there were just eight days until Election Day, saying he would work eight days a week.
Present day, I still do and it's chilly out today.
When it is chilly outside, I like to slip on neutral-colored faux fur boots over black athletic capri pants.
If it's chilly out, I recommend the tortilla soup -- one of the best you'll ever have.
"Thanks so much, it's chilly out tonight," I mumble, surprised after so many averted gazes.
It's sunny, but it's chilly.
Well, it was chilly enough inside.
