Grab a chair and a couple of root beers...

You should all feel very, very sorry for the Husbandly One. Very sorry. Why?

Because Auntie is very, very cold!! Tonight was the opening of "Dickens on the Square" in our little town, and it was COLD!! And even though I bundled up, well, I get cold very easily. My hands were frozen despite my nice, warm gloves, and my feet!! Oy, my feet were so cold that every time I took a step it HURT!!

Did I mention this Dickens on the Square thing was outdoors?

There was a lighted parade that I intended to take pictures of but... well, I looked at THO and said, "Look at little me, and look at how packed the people standing along the parade route are. Do you really think I stand a chance of shoving through while hanging on to both kids AND my camera?"

He said, "Actually, I think you're more than capable of it, but... maybe you should just stay here."

We were there as members of the soccer board, selling little soccer oojahs, like key chains, magnets, rings, soccer ball yo-yo's, soccer cows and duckies, you know, little thingums to pop in stockings and so on, all while handing out information about spring registration and giving out registration forms.

And it was cold, did I mention it was cold?

You should feel sorry for THO, because I am STILL cold, even though we got home two hours ago, and I am still shivering, even though I'm in my warm 'jammies, with my hoodie on, and socks and booties on...

When I get into the nice warm bed and snuggle up to my nice, warm, cuddly husband, well, let's just say I think even shocolate will be able to hear his scream. You know, "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH, YOUR FEET ARE LIKE BLOCKS OF ICE, YOUR LEGS.... NO, NO, NO, DON'T PUT YOUR HANDS THERE!!!"

Followed promptly by him inhaling his tongue.

That's it, I am going to learn to knit if it KILLS me! I need warmer socks!!