The temperature kept dropping, causing numb fingers. And the chickens kept coming over and scolding: "Move it, girl -- I've got an egg to lay!"
I was washing my hands, when I saw a lazy flake of snow coming down. Didn't see any more...but they're coming. Oh, they're coming.
Which puts me in the mood for CHRISTMAS.
I've been dragging the Brick (a confirmed member of the Scrooge club) to watch holiday-themed videos, including Elf. (An endearing, yet lippy way to celebrate.)
Some really cheap present ideas.
More ideas here.
And FIFTY here!
Have fun...we'll talk more about this later, when I can get the Brick to quit grumping about it. He's close to cracking, though...I heard him actually humming a Christmas carol while he was shaving the other day.
Though he wouldn't admit it. Yet.