Commander Fuzzhead is curled under a down vest, looking much warmer than he did a moment ago. Just a striped whiskery face and two relaxed ears can be seen, white chin resting on the edge of the chair.
wildernessguru is snuggled under the down comforter and my Western Mountaineering 700-fill down sleeping bag. He's a pile of clashing oranges and reds, face hidden, long blond hair a tangled spill over the pillow. He has on one wool sock (he couldn't find the other one) and slept in the middle of the bed last night, crushing me against the wall. That'll teach me not to sleep on "his" side of the bed.
The tea kettle is boiling and the oven's on for bagels. (No microwave in this house.)
I'm sitting cross-legged on the couch, wearing WG's fleece pants and my biggest warmest oversized fleece sweater. Can't find my wool socks either.
Getting the impression it's cold in here? We've had no hot water and no heat since 4 a.m. I can't find the manager's number to call, though I'm a little sick of being the designated complainer.
Now excuse me a minute, the kettle's boiling over. What do you think? Cinnamon or Lemon-Ginger?
ETA: Cinnamon it is. And WG (grumbling) made the call to the manager. And I'm not moving from the warm spot on the couch, not until I absolutely have to.
The tea kettle is boiling and the oven's on for bagels. (No microwave in this house.)
I'm sitting cross-legged on the couch, wearing WG's fleece pants and my biggest warmest oversized fleece sweater. Can't find my wool socks either.
Getting the impression it's cold in here? We've had no hot water and no heat since 4 a.m. I can't find the manager's number to call, though I'm a little sick of being the designated complainer.
Now excuse me a minute, the kettle's boiling over. What do you think? Cinnamon or Lemon-Ginger?
ETA: Cinnamon it is. And WG (grumbling) made the call to the manager. And I'm not moving from the warm spot on the couch, not until I absolutely have to.