Today we woke up to some big fat snow flakes falling. The high was a whopping 32 degrees, I’m not positive that it ever made it there.
I stepped outside to get a picture of the first sprinkling of snow for the season. How fitting that it should come on December first.
The Spinster and I, because we are
stupid so dedicated, took the beasts for a walk in the frigid temps. She kept telling me how much she hated me for making her walk and I told her to keep the hatred coming. I was using the fire that was spewing forth in her angry statements to keep myself warm while walking.
When I got back home, I fired up the crock pot with some warm and comforting chicken and noodles for supper along with a batch of PW’s Au Gratin potatoes and some biscuits with homemade apple butter. Mmmm. Comfort. Mmmm. Food.
I so long for a wood-burning fireplace. Days like today would have been perfect for snuggling up in front of a fire with a good book. Instead, I had to snuggle up with my book in front of this guy:
The good ol’ space heater. Well, I pretended that I was in front of a crackling fire, okay? And not in front of this little fake-heat contraption. I also pretended that I wasn’t aware that our old house in combination with our huge propane tank is going to cost us around $2000 this winter. (Can you even believe that?!) I completely blocked out of my mind that even though we spend a million dollars on heat every winter, we still freeze our patooties off in here.
No, today I sat in front of a roaring fire. I listened to the Little Women soundtrack playing softly in the background. (seriously, this CD is so awesome, my girls even like it and there aren’t any words (!), I highly recommend it) and I caught up on what kind of trouble my friend, Mary Grey, was getting into today in The Ivy Tree.
Ahhhh…life is good.