I wasn't. Honest. I just woke up and saw it.
It wasn't too bad, though, because I was still able to ride my bike to school and wasn't cold in shorts today. Our trusty Whittier Blvd thermometer read 39 degrees as I went to school.
Yesterday we had trouble getting the car doors open, and I could hear the ice crack on the car roof as Mom poured the hot water on it.