On cold, snowy days (and we've had far too many of them this winter, if you ask me!), all I want to do is curl up inside with
my fuzzy socks (which establish my status as a cool, sexy wife)
a good book or two (I like choices, and no matter which you choose of these two, you've got a winner.)
brownies and ice cream
Because, inexplicably, I want - no, I demand - ice cream as soon as the temperature dips to ten degrees or less. One of my little quirks.
I'm serious when I say snowy days, by the way. Look at this!
Murray is spending his days on the heater. I'm guessing this might cause a resurgence in my hubby's allergic symptoms, but since that is a completely unscientific assumption, I'm not going to bring it up until he does.