brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

(please note the title, it's brrrrrrrrrrr as in cold, not Burr as in star of Godzilla, Raymond Burr)

sorry, I am filled with nothing but snark this morning I guess. So, it's Saturday...happy Saturday to you all.

it's f-ing cold here in this giant old house, and it's not the middle of November yet, so this really does not bode very well.

All I want to do is sleep and cuddle into my bubs because he is hot, both in looks and in temperature, he;s my little space heater!!

SO anyway, yesterday in my long stretch of packaging things and research for a commission and vintage photo retouching I got so cold, I kept adding layers and layers to my outfit so that by the time my bubs came home from work I was wearing.

1- pair of knee high socks
2- long johns
3- jeans
4- long sleeve black turtle neck
5- baby doll red Shazam t-shirt over the turtle neck
6- little black cardigan sweater, like a naughty secretary would wear
7- my winter hat
8- fleece blanket wrapped around my shoulders like a pashmina shawl

when my bubs looked at me he said

bubs- what the hell is wrong with you, it's not that cold.

me- um yeah it is, come over here and let me put my hands on your skin, they are so cold they feel wet.

bubs- no, no, NO!!!!! You should see yourself, you look like a homeless, homeless person

me- I don't know what that is, homeless, homeless

bubs- like a crazy bag lady who had no home, then she got a giant box to live in and then the giant box got taken away from her, so she is double homeless.

(me looking in the mirror)

me- oh yeah....I do, but it's cute on me, right.

bubs- um........yeah.

me- can I put my hands on your skin??

bubs- still no.

so.....................this is it, this is how the winter is going to be, I can sense it, I will rock the homeless, homeless chic and my warm bubs will walk around being all warm.

even in the few minutes that it took to type this, my hands have gone cold.

sigh, I am turning into an old woman.

happy Saturday.