I get too cold if it's below 68 inside. And that is with layers of socks, hoodies and blankets. Trying to keep my hands warm is a constant battle. I'm usually either clutching a mug of coffee or tea or sitting on my hands. Reynauds blows.
My landlord must've received some complaints because it's been much warmer in my apt than in past years. It used to be 67/68 during the day (68 is the legal requirement). Right now it is 73.
One of the best presents my DH ever got me was an electric blanket that I curl up under on the couch while watching the telly. The layers of socks and sweaters helped keep the cold out, but never made me feel warm like that blanket does.
There are jello shots and garland in my big bosses office.
I'm a little concerned about the apearance of the hallway tomorrow morning.
Aw, it'll be festive!! Even the vomit will be green.
I don't have to work at the bookstore tonight, yay! I can get my tree up tonight instead.
That's the theory. But. Jello shots.
eta: that was to tommy. And Kathy brings the fear.
I love it when I'm reading another blog/discussion board and recognize a Buffista! IOW, I was going to wave at you, JZ, over at Shapely Prose, but decided to say "I saw you!" over here.
Hey! I've been commenting there for a while now! (Go back far enough in Kate's archives, and she actually links to some posts in myotherblogwhichInevermentionever.)
tommyrot, I suggest shoe shopping on the way home. You might even buy some socks so you can go home with dry feet.
Yeah, I should do that. Maybe some sort of "boot" might be effective as well....