You use your credit card to scrape frost off your windshield.
At some point in your life you’ve let someone convince you it was a good idea to stick your tongue on metal when it was 30 below.
You’ve said “uff-da” at least once this month.
You’ve worn a dress or suit with Muk Luks.
You have Jello in your cupboard and you’re not afraid to use it.
You know driving is better in winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
You know the ingredients of Tater Tot Hot Dish off the top of your head. And it’s a Hot Dish, not a Casserole . . .
The words “Oh fer cute,” have passed your lips.
It doesn’t seem at all weird to you that the temperatures in Duluth fluctuate 130 degrees throughout the year.
And the number one reason you know you’re from Duluth . . . . You’ve been late for work because you were at a four-way stop with three other Duluthians. (No, no, you go. Really. You go. Wave, wave. Go ahead, I’ll wait. No, you go. OK, let’s all go. Oops, no, go ahead. You go.)