Snow and toddies

First of all, thanks for the love. Angela and I talked about things in depth last night and I brought up the comments and emails and little nuggets of goodness that ya all emit, and she thanks you for helping keep me sane. She does an amazing job of that too. I don't know what I would do without her. I'd be a total nut, that's what. Hopefully all of this will be over soon and then we'll all be able to jump in a big pile of leaves together and roll around and be carefree. Oh, and Douglas, you're a genius. Sometimes neutralism is much more feasible than optimism. And it's a better fit for me cuz I'm blonde and pastey...like Sweden. :-)

I'm snuggled up in the house for the rest of the day and I couldn't be happier about it. I'm not a fan of snow, sleet, sneet, or anything else wintry, and the thought of going outside while that is going on doesn't excite me. I guess I spent too much time under drifts growing up in Nebraska and now I have snow issues. So the pups and I will cuddle this afternoon and wait for Angela to get home, and then perhaps we'll light a fire and whip up a hot toddy. I've never known exactly what a toddy is because you never hear it without the word hot in front of it. A plain toddy must need heat by definition. I'm always cold and I'm always in search of heat, so maybe I'm a toddy. Hmm. Something to ponder this afternoon.

Angela bought Harry this sweater yesterday over her lunch hour. He's such a skinny little guy...he needs all the layers he can get. He's a toddy too.

Stay warm. You snow-lovin' weirdos enjoy!