Essentially I live in a cardboard box. 50 degrees, no problem. 40 degrees, no problem. Even 35 degrees, no problem, though it does get irksome. Below 35? One night of that and I am a zombie, I cannot be killed, I am not alive.
Tonight though I have rice & brocolli dinner and a homemade key lime pie to look forward to, the results of the pie auction I went to last night (buy a pie, get a date with the pie-maker). The entire evening will be spent with my feet wrapped in flannel booties stuffed to the brim with red-hot coals, surrounded by roaring fires on all sides, I will look like the Michelin man wrapped in 17 layers of neon-colored electric blankets set to "Boost" and a cap made of 5 live minks constantly turning burrowing into my hair and eachother making a sea of heat that I will float in and so finally be able to sleep, fork in hand. Key lime pie?!? Where am I and who I am again?
wild mountain woman
Posted by: MIV | 30/01/2007 at 16:15
Essentially you STILL ROCK.
Posted by: D SHITE | 31/01/2007 at 23:08
How was that pie?
Posted by: ManInVan | 02/02/2007 at 01:07
More tart than sweet. In other words: EXCELLENT!
Posted by: EAU | 04/02/2007 at 21:02