A Cold, Hard Look At Myself

If news stories of our bitter freeze over here in the U.K. are reaching the U.S., believe them, they are not exaggerating.
If there are reports of YETI being seen in Norfolk,
don't lose sleep, it's just me.

I refuse to shave my legs while shivering.

You would think that a country as old as England could come up with a better way to heat houses than oil-fueled radiators. Maybe it's "greener", I don't know or care. I personally would like to leave a footprint when I'm gone-- one's got to be remembered for something, right?
As it is, I am burning more oil than the fires of the Gulf War.

The husband hasn't remarked on the legs yet. I don't think he's had much of an opportunity with me bundled in flannel and a talking min-beast between us 8 out of 7 nights (yes, that often).

There's an incredible freedom to be being furry and I feel I am helping to enforce the belief in my daughter that there is more to a person than cosmetics...

And then she brings me this:

 "It's You." She says.


I wonder if there are any gritters on the roads. I may need to make a quick run to Tesco for depilatories.

The LDS Living website is emailing me daily with  "12 Days of Christmas" tips.

Day One was "Get Organized"... Days Two, Three and Four are now lost on me because I'm getting organized. This isn't as fun or as helpful as I expected.

How are you doing with your plans?