Me: How cold is it this morning?
Husband: I think it is 60 below.
Me: Think? Did you check?
Husband: I did but the needle is buried.
Me: Under snow?
Husband: No. Haven’t you ever heard the expression “Bury the needle?”
Husband: Oh, you must not have been a teenage boy in Montana.
Me: Not that I know of.
Husband: You know, racing your dad’s Pontiac and getting up past 120 miles per hour. It only went up to 120. If you went past that, you were burying the needle.
Me: Is it colder than 60 below?
Husband: Could be. It buried the needle.