... and all through the house, not a creature was stirring because they were all frozen solid!
O-mi-gosh. It is cold with a capital C. This morning, Mr. "I have four more teeth that have been trying to come in for 6 weeks" woke up at 4:15. We're tired. He was crabby and clingy and we're all freezing. I told The Targo that I felt like I was a character in Angela's Ashes or something: The whole family sleeping in one bed (the cats were there too) to keep warm on a cold night. We were all still cold. In fact, Mystic was not only under the covers, but she was partially under me as well. I'm feeling a little beat up this morning. Ow.
Back to Mr. Crabby. My poor little guy. I'm a little afraid he's catching a cold too. He's a pretty sneezy kid (I think he gets that from me), but he's started having a little tickling cough too. I am so tired of living in a Petri dish ... and then coming to work and telling everyone that "Yes, I am the point of origin for the current plague" because really ... I probably am.
Are all of you finished with your Christmas shopping? Despite agreeing EVERY YEAR that we're not going to buy for each other, I see three gifts in my stocking. I have nothing for The Targo ... and have like, 15 minutes to get on that. But I will... get him ... something. Any ideas? I have no budget, but I'll still field suggestions.