Good stuff, Jen!
I think I'll make some meat sauce with pot roast out of the freezer. It's definitely a day to have something on the stove here.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Good stuff, Jen!
I think I'll make some meat sauce with pot roast out of the freezer. It's definitely a day to have something on the stove here.
Pumpkin's on one radiator, tucking her paws between the segments; Loki's on the other, sprawled with abandon. Clearly, they've been waiting for this.
Below 66 inside, I can't deal.
I join you in delicate-flower solidarity.
Butt warmers - I was forewarned that if you didn't know what was going on, you might think you were peeing. Kind of true! Glad for the heads-up.
Wow, Howdy Doody Time is on TV. I think I've never actually seen an episode, so I'm in.
I wish I had pot roast in the freezer. Yum.
Butt warmers - I was forewarned that if you didn't know what was going on, you might think you were peeing. Kind of true! Glad for the heads-up.
I was not forewarned, and it was very confusing!
When I was a kid, I had a Howdy Doody Little Golden Book that I LOVED, and my mother hated. Good times.
Oh joy, it's snowing. Sort of.
Now I have to do work.
I turned the heat on yesterday. It never goes on before November 1st, and I usually try to hold out for longer, but, hey, I was cold!
Butt warmers - I was forewarned that if you didn't know what was going on, you might think you were peeing.
Ahahaha, yes! It's very disconcerting. We had them in the car we drove to the beach this year (it had lower-back warmers, too), and while you might not think July at the beach is a good time for the butt warmer, that's a long drive and my back gets annoyed, so I just turned on the butt warmer and cranked up the a/c, and it was perfect.
Inspired by all the grilled cheese talk here, and the terrible weather outside, tonight's Dinner and Downton meal is homemade tomato soup and sort of fancy grilled cheese.
Nice.
My mom never turned the heat on in our Connecticut house unless she couldn't bear it. The living room was warm because of the fireplace (metal enclosed, not open) but the rest of the house was frigid. So as a result I am a total delicate flower who can't handle anything under 68. In fact, our California bungalow is so damned drafty and poorly insulated that I usually have to turn it even higher in order to maintain some level of warmth. We turned our heat on for the first time during the rainstorm on Halloween; mock me if you must, but it made me very happy. And the cats? Oh yeah. We have floor vents, and there's pretty much a cat on every vent.